Fouad Ammanuel - Brata D Gulle

Girl with the curls, oh what to do with you, girl with the curls
She has gone up to the roof, with the excuse of hanging out the clothes
Girl with the curls, oh what to do with you, girl with the curls
She has gone up to the roof, with the excuse of hanging out the clothes

So many run and circle around her, while she and her lover wait
So many run and circle around her, while she and her lover wait

Girl with the curls, oh what to do with you, girl with the curls
She has gone up to the roof, with the excuse of hanging out the clothes

So many run and circle around her, while she and her lover wait
So many run and circle around her, while she and her lover wait

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Every day at midday, she climbs to the roof in this heat
Leaving the housework behind, while her mother grumbles and shouts
Every day at midday, she climbs to the roof in this heat
Leaving the housework behind, while her mother grumbles and shouts

She paints her lips red, trying to appear sweet/cute
She paints her lips red, trying to appear sweet/cute

Girl with the curls, oh what to do with you, girl with the curls
She has gone up to the roof, with the excuse of hanging out the clothes

So many run and circle around her, while she and her lover wait
So many run and circle around her, while she and her lover wait

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Every night she lies sleepless, trapped in her room tossing and turning
Love has struck her heart, and sleep refuses to come
Every night she lies sleepless, trapped in her room tossing and turning
Love has struck her heart, and sleep refuses to come

Waiting for the morning to break, so she can wear her new dress
Waiting for the morning to break, so she can wear her new dress

Girl with the curls, oh what to do with you, girl with the curls
She has gone up to the roof, with the excuse of hanging out the clothes

So many run and circle around her, while she and her lover wait
So many run and circle around her, while she and her lover wait