Joli Girl

Aw, we walked the streets of Greenwich Village Holdin' hands like school kids in the summer August sun Smilin' at the passing strangers on their way And wishin' the end would never come Then a flower lady sold me one red rose to give you For your chestnut hair, just to make it shine Then I held it close to me, and I whispered Joli girl, when will you be mine Then we stepped up to the first stand on the corner For some coconut champagne And a taxi driver cussed us, 'cause a blind man got his tip And tapped "thank you" with his cane And we ducked out of the rain into a dusty little shop That traded books and fluffy hats, rings and beads Then I held it close to me, and I whispered Joli girl, you're all I need