Rubin & Cherise

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Cherise was brushing her long hair gently down 
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It was the afternoon of carnival as she brushes it gently down 
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Rubin was strumming his painted mandolin 
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It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade 
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Played in the carnival parade 

Cherise was dressing as Pirouette in white 
When a fatal vision gripped her tight Cherise beware tonight 
Rubin, Rubin tell me truly true 
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do, Is there another girl for you? 

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If you could see in my heart    you would know it's true 
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There's none Cherise, except for you, 
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Except for you 
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I'd swear to it on my very soul, If I lie, may I fall down cold 

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When Rubin played on his painted mandolin 
The breeze would pause to listen in before going its way again 
Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke 
Like waves against the bandstand, dancers broke to the painted mandolin 

Looking out on the crowd who was standing there 
Sweet Ruby Claire at Rubin stared, at Rubin stared 
She was dressed as Pirouette in red 
And her hair hung gently down 

The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone 
Rubin's song took on a different tone and he played it just for her 
The song that he played was the carnival parade 
Each note cut a thread of Cherise's fate it cut through like a blade 

Rubin was playing his painted mandolin 
When Ruby froze and turned to stone for the strings played all alone 
The voice of Cherise from the face of the mandolin 
Singing Rubin, Rubin tell me true for I have no one but you 

If you could see in my heart you would know it true 
There's none Cherise, except for you, except for you 
I'd swear to it on my very soul, If I lie, may I fall down cold 

The truth of love an unsung song must tell 
The course of love must follow blind without a look behind 
Rubin walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn 
Cherise so lightly in his arms and her hair hung gently down