Writer(s): Sammy Cahn / E. Bernstein

When they see Monique, I know they’ll understand
Monique, Monique, I’ve hungered so for this
Monique, Monique, the magic of your kiss
Monique, Monique, was Paris always there
Monique, Monique, I didn’t know or care
But why am I dancing, my friends may well demand
I’ll tell them Monique, Monique held my hand
When they see Monique, I’m sure they’ll understand

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