I know you like to wear my dressing-gown,. When I'm not there.. I guess you like it in my shoes.. . Just coz you drive a Mazarati. And the ladies stare.
Oh yeah. We text as we eat. As we listen to the freaks. As we wait for the right of way. We text as we talk. We're running as we walk. Cause we surf our little souls away.
Oh yeah. We text as we eat. As we listen to the freaks. As we wait for the right of way. We text as we talk. We're running as we walk. Cause we surf our little souls away.
Everybody's says you must be crazy. When you ever gonna learn. You better stay where you are. Don't reach for the stars. You know you're gonna crash before you burn.
a di teacher. d bwoy run like a wounded dog,. broke usane record dont run barba bwoy dont run. him dress up like police and a run like thief dont run barba bwoy dont run.
Friday night. I'm feeling good. It just feels right. To come home to you. I'd rather stay then watch you go. Cos it's Friday night. And I'm feeling good.
Same old routine. It's just a different day. Still I don't know what's going on. With you. The smell of you, still lingers on my skin. But you are nowhere to be seen.
Did you come up to me so your night would be cheaper?. Did you make up your mind about about me from the start?. Did you come here tonight to find something deeper?.
Little Lost Angel in the snow. Shivering cold from head to toe. Little Lost Angel didn't know. Which was the way to Jubilo. Which was the way to Jubilo.
Lavender blue, dilly, dilly. Lavender green. If I were king, dilly, dilly. I'd need a queen. . Who told me so. Dilly, dilly. Who told me so. I told myself, dilly, dilly.
Ainsi donc l'Afrique doit du fric. Ainsi donc l'Afrique doit du fric. Ainsi donc l'Afrique doit du fric. Ainsi donc l'Afrique doit du fric. . Afrique esclavagisée, colonisée, martyrisée, dévalisée !.
LA BUTTE ROUGE. . Sur c'te butt'-là y'avait pas d'gigolettes,. Pas de marlous, ni de beaux muscadins ;. Ah ! c'était loin du Moulin d'la galette. Et de Panam', qu'est le roi des pat'lins..
De bon matin. Un tout petit train. Roule roule avec entrain. La vieille loco à vapeur. Dit bonjour aux petites fleurs. . Quelle chance! Quel beau paysage!.
" Je serai ton inspiratrice ". Disait elle au compositeur. Ils se marièrent à Saint Sulpice. Sous le regard du Créateur. Dans un trois pièces ils installèrent.
Petits chats, petits rats avec nos frêles os. Nous allions à l'école de danse. À la barre de chêne se pliaient les roseaux. De nos corps amoureux de cadences.
Y'a des gens qui dis'nt : ça ira. Y'a des gens qui dis'nt : à quoi bon. Y'a des gens qui dis'nt : pourquoi pas. Y'a des gens qui dis'nt : dans le fond.
Les dieux sont dingues. Pass'-moi mon flingue. Les dieux sont moches. J'ai la pétoche. . Les dieux sont braques. Pass'-moi l'cognac. . Les dieux sont vaches.
Moi j'ai plus d'un tour dans mon sac. Faudrait pas croir' qu'j'soye un' paumée. Moi j'ai plus d'un tour dans mon sac. Faudrait pas croir' qu'j'soye un' ratée.
Well I say but you don't listen. But I say any way. That these decisions that we made her today. Slowly decreasing the length of my stay. Well I say but you don't listen.
Push me aside when the day ends and my light is gone. Put me aside for a lifetime, put my lifeline so you feel you've won. I know I make look opaque. I may look like I've made way too many mistakes.