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Clair Fontaine Who are you? I like the paper you make We were introduced By a lover of mine And now she's gone But I still have you Clair Fontaine Clair Fontaine You seem to bring The best out of me And the things that I write to sing Clair Fontaine Clair Fontaine Are you a lumberjack or something? Does your father own a forest Are the nicest trees for choppin'? Clair Fontaine And Clair Fontaine Your sheets are very smooth I like to rub my pen across them Do you feel the way I do Letras de cancionesClair Fontaine? Clair Fontaine You seem to bring The best out of me In the things that I write to sing Clair Fontaine If newspapers used Your paper for the news Things would seem less terrifying Just because of you Clair Fontaine And were you in a garden When they said the war had started Do you think you'd write a letter That would start 'my dear departed...' Clair Fontaine Clair Fontaine You seem to bring The best out of me And the things that I write to sing Clair Fontaine oooh-oh Clair Fontaine I'm going home for Christmas They may refuse me entry 'Cause you're native to this country Clair Fontaine But as a foreigner relinquish A pad of paper so distinguished I'd say 'never, never, never I'll take this pad of mine to heaven' Clair Fontaine Where maybe I would choose To write a fan letter or two I might write one to Andy Warhol And the other one for you And you could rest assured in knowing They'd be on your paper too Clair Fontaine, Who are you? Clair Fontaine You seem to bring The best out of me And the thing that I write to sing Clair Fontaine From Letras Mania