SVEN-RAGNAR ANDERSSON
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can.
His beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
His smile is like a breath of spring, his voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene.
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PUSS och HEJ/ miss L
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