Tu es faible tu es fourbe tu es fou. Tu es froid tu es faux tu t'en fous. Évelyne je t'en pris Évelyne dis pas ça. Évelyne tu m'as aimé crois-moi. . Tu es vil tu es veule tu es vain.
Pour l'amitié,. L'amitié entre hommes et femmes. Impensable. Parce que, il y a toujours. Sous jacent. Le désir animal. . This is the story of. Melody Nelson.
Ouais. Je t'emmènerai sur le Scénic railway. Si c'est ce que tu veux. C'est facile. Ouais. Je t'emmènerai sur le Scénic railway. On verra ça demain. C'est promis.
Manon. Manon. Non tu ne sais sûrement pas Manon. A quel point je hais. Ce que tu es. Sinon. Manon. Je t'aurais déjà perdue Manon. Perverse Manon. Perfide Manon.
On se fait des langues. En Ford Mustang. Et bang!. On embrasse. Les platanes. "Mus" à gauche. "Tang" à droite. Et à gauche, à droite. . Un essuie-glace.
Les pensées que je médite. Sont plus noires que l'anthracite. Mais que faire quand tu te fous. Si éperdument de nous. . Si à rire je t'incite. C'est que mon humour anthracite.
Algues brunes ou rouges. Dessous la vague bougent. Les goémons. Mes amours leur ressemblent,. Il n'en reste il me semble. Que goémons. Que des fleurs arrachées.
Won't be so easy,. This time to hurt me,. You can try,. And this time Oh Baby,. There are no tears left here to dry,. If you think you can wound me like before.
You put me up on a pedestal. I've got nowhere to go but down. You expect the impossible. And it's too much to carry around. . Well, you tell me I'm beautiful.
Gone away are the golden days. Just a page in my diary. So here I am a Utopian citizen. Still convinced. There's no such thing as idealism. . Memories they're following me like a shadow now.
Gone away are the golden days. Just a page in my diary. So here I am a Utopian citizen. Still convinced. There's no such thing as idealism. . Memories they're following me like a shadow now.
When you wish upon a star. Makes no difference. Who you are. Anything your heart desires. Will come to you. . If your hearts. Is in your dream. No request is too extreme.
I stood here on this same old ground one year ago. And now standing here at the edge of the woods, I'm all alone. Don't tell me I'm your shooting star.
I see the ghosts on the sidewalk. They're passing by. Everyone's wearing blinders. Identical minds. . Am I the only one. Who doesn't wanna fall into line?.
Pretty girls they have it easy,. Living the strawberry kiwi life.. And me I just filled up on coffee,. Let the caffeine do the talking.. . I'll always miss you,.
Out of the corner. Of my tired eyes. I'm not surprised. That it's now a quarter past too late. Nothing new, it's no case out of the ordinary. I'm so very wrapped around your finger this time.
The city sleeps. So silently. Wish I could say the same for me. But I've got this dead ended street. To keep searching. . For a tunnel underneath the bitter truth.