{"id":7277,"date":"2017-10-21T14:13:48","date_gmt":"2017-10-21T11:13:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=7277"},"modified":"2017-10-21T14:15:05","modified_gmt":"2017-10-21T11:15:05","slug":"you-never-can-tell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=7277","title":{"rendered":"You never can tell"},"content":{"rendered":"
You never can tell<\/p>\n

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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
\nYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
\nAnd now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
\n“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell<\/p>\n

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They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
\nThe coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
\nBut when Pierre found work, the little money comin’ worked out well
\n“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell<\/p>\n

They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
\nSeven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
\nBut when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
\n“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell<\/p>\n

They bought a souped-up jitney, ’twas a cherry red ’53
\nThey drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
\nIt was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
\n“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Pulp Fiction<\/blockquote>\n

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