Gene Clark - The French Girl (mono version) lyrics

Fricker-Tyson Three silver rings on slim hands waiting Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn We found a room that rainy morning She took my hand through winding roads and led me home Some red French wine when later waking In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair She laughed each time I asked her name Made promises to meet again But her friends down at the French café Had no English words for me So you may find above the border A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name You're bound to lose, she's too much for you She'll leave you lost one rainy morn, you won't be the same She laughed each time I asked her name Made promises to meet again But her friends down at the French café Had no English words for me