BR: The Girl I Left Behind Me

A Twisted Ballad

 
The girls of France are happy to dance, and their kisses are compelling.
And the maids of U.K. are glad to play if they’re sure that no one’s telling. 
And the Chinese miss who gave me a kiss one night beneath a pagoda.
But the girl on my mind is the one left behind when I left Minnesota. 

A girl of the prairie, her name was Mary, she was Swedish and…