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Dean Martin
Dean Martin


Background information
Birth name Dino Paul Crocetti
Born June 7, 1917
Born place Steubenville, Ohio, United States
Died December 25, 1995
Death place Beverly Hills, California, United States
Genre(s) Big band
Traditional pop
Country
Years active 1939—1990
Label(s) Capitol Records
Reprise Records



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Dean Martin Album


French Style (1962)
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C'est si bon (Si bon si bon)
Lovers say that in France (Si bon si bon)
When they thrill to romance (Si bon si bon)
It means that it's so good
Ah c'est si bon (Si bon si bon)
So I say it to you (Si bon si bon)
Like the French people do (Si bon si bon)
Because it's oh so good
Every word every sigh every kiss dear
Leads to only one thought and it's this dear
Oh it's on so good (Si bon si bon)
Nothing else can replace (Si bon si bon)
Just your slightest embrace (Si bon si bon)
And if you only would
Would be my own for the rest of my days
I would whisper this phrase
C'est si bon (Si bon si bon)
The river Seine (Si bon si bon)
The Left Bank (Si bon si bon)
The Eiffel Tower (Si bon si bon)
The meatballs, pizzas, school cheating, now that's stuffs pretty good too
(En voyant notre mine ravie)
I have only one thought and it's this dear
Oh it's so good (Si bon si bon)
Nothing else can replace (Si bon si bon)
Just your slightest embrace (Si bon si bon)
And if you only would
Be my own for the rest of my days
I would whisper this phrase
My darling c'est si bon (Si bon si bon)
Gigi si bon (Si bon si bon)
Mimi si bon (Si bon si bon)
And all those mademoiselles that are si bon
In fact you'd be surprised how much good stuff there is around here Frank (Si bon si bon)


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April in Paris
Who can I run to
What have you done to my heart

April in Paris
Chestnuts is blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris
This is the feeling
No one can ever reprise
I'd never know the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
Never miss the warm embrace 'til
April in Paris
Who can I run to
What have you done to my heart

I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
Never miss the warm embrace 'til
April in Paris
Who can I run to
What have you done to my heart
My heart
My heart
Cuore mio

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Mimi
You funny good for nothing Mimi
Am I the guy for Mimi
You little honey of a Mimi
I'm aiming high
Mimi you got me sad and dreamy
You could free me if you'd see me Mimi
You know I'd like to have a little of some Mimi by and by
Oh Mimi you got me sad and dreamy
You could free me if you'd see me Mimi
You know I'd like to have a little some
Of Mimi
By and by
By and by


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Darling, je vous aime beaucoup
Je ne sais pas what you do
You know you've completely
Stolen my heart
Morning, noon and nighttime too
Toujours, wondering what to do
That's the way I've felt
Right from the start
Ah, Cherie
My love for you is tres, tres fort
Wish my French were good enough
I'd tell you so much more
But I hope that you compree
All the things you mean to me
Darling, je vous aime beaucoup
I love you, yes I do
Wish my French were good enough
I'd tell you so much more
But I hope that you compree
All the things you mean to me
Darling, je vous aime beaucoup
I love you, yes I do


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Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak angels sing from above
Every day's words seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose
la la la la de de de de
Every day's words seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose


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Just got back from Paris France
All they do is sing and dance
All they got is romance
What a tragedy
Every boulevard has lovers
Every lover's in a trance
The poor people of Paris
I feel sorry for the French
Every guy has got a wench
Every couple's got a bench kissing shamelessly
Night and day they're making music
While they're making love in French
The poor people of Paris
Milk or water from a sink
Make a true Parisian shrink
Wine is all he'll ever drink
And it worries me
For with wine as cheap as water
Oh it makes one stop and think
The poor people of Paris
Sister Madam Pierre
Had the craziest love affair
And the day after they parted there
He cries bitterly
Pierre was there to bid her farewell
But he brought his new girl Claire
The poor people of Paris
So don't go to Paris France
Not unless you like to dance
Not unless you want romance
Like those poor inhabitants of Paris

(spoken) In the meantime, I got to hurry back there
I think I forgot something....


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There we met and there we parted
By the lovely river Seine
Two young lovers broken hearted
For we knew we'd loved in vain
And though years may go
Some day I know
She'll come to Paris again
And I'll find her where I lost her
By the lovely river Seine
There we met and there we parted
By the lovely river Seine
Two young lovers broken hearted
For we knew we'd loved in vain
And though years may go
Some day I know
She'll come to Paris again
And I'll find her where I lost her
By the lovely river Seine


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The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gray
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe
The last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing
I dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of the squeaky horns
Was music to my ears
Oh the last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they changed her
I'll remember her ah that way
Dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of the squeaky horns
Was music to my ears
Yeh, the last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remember her that way
The last time I saw Paris
The last time I saw Paris


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A small cafe mam'selle
A rendezvous mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet and so were you mam'selle
And as the night danced by
Her kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way mine does
For you
And yet I know too well
Some day you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry and so will I mam'selle
And as the night danced by
Her kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way mine does
For you
And yet I know too well
Some day you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry and so will I mam'selle


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When love comes in
And takes you for a spin
Ooh la la la
C'est magnifique
When every night your loved one holds you tight
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique
But when one day your loved one driffs away
Oh la la la
It is so tradique
But when once more
She whispers jet'adore
C'est magnifique
Ooh la la la
C'est magnifique
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique
But when one day your loved one driffs away
Ooh la la la
It is so tradique
But when once more she whispers jet'adore
C'est magnifique


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Gigi
Am I a fool without a mind
Or have I merely been too blind to realize
Oh Gigi
Why you've been growing up before my very eyes
Gigi
You're not at all that funny awkward little girl I knew
Oh no
Overnight there's been a breathless change in you
Oh Gigi
While you were trembling on the brink
Oh Gigi
Have I been standing up too close or back too far
When did your sparkle turn to fire
And your warmth become desire
Oh what miracle has made you the way you are
Gigi
While you were trembling on the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star
Oh Gigi
Have I been standing up too close or back too far
When did your sparkle turn to fire
And your warmth become desire
Oh what miracle has made you the way you are


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Every time I look down on this timeless town
Whether blue or gray be the sky
Whether loud be her cheers or where soft be her tears
More and more do I realize
I love Paris in the springtime
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
Ooh, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love Paris
Why oh why do I love Paris
Because my love is so near
Oh, I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love Paris
My oh my do I love Paris
Because my love is near
Love is near
Love is near
Ah, Paris


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