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Lui (French: [lɥi]; lit. 'Him') is a French adult-entertainment magazine created in November 1963 by Daniel Filipacchi, a fashion photographer turned publisher, Jacques Lanzmann, a jack of all trades turned novelist, and Frank Ténot, a press agent, pataphysician and jazz critic. The objective was to bring some charm "à la française" to the market of men's magazines, following the success of Playboy in the United States, launched just a decade before. France, indeed, in the first half of 20th century had an outstanding reputation for erotic publications, feeding also foreign market and inspiring also ersatz French-flavoured magazines abroad, when, for example, US publishers used French-sounding titles like Chère and Dreamé or placed tricolour flags on the cove… more »

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When I’m 6 feet under
Can’t steal my thunder
Light breeze in the summer
Indeed I love her
Don’t mean I cuff her
Don’t need that rubber
We free young lovers
I see no other
I clean your clutter
You read my cover
Heartbeat that’s fluttered
What’s me? You wonder
Can’t be no younger
I rediscover
I flee down under
High speed no stutter I need that
(Do do do do)
Uh, Imma go rock that cape (Rock that rock that)
Playin' my ace of spades
I’m the realest out no fake, yeah
Sayin' I’m wild I’m tame (For you)
I got some things to say, yeah
Why you so far away (Come close)
Look baby come ride this, wait
Lemme get to know you better
Lemme get to show you better
Solid as gold my treasue
Watch it unfold no effort
Been tellin' me no one's better (That's bless)
Then wrote me them bold love letters
If you cold then put my sweater on
Lemme get you home in a bed alone
Uh, got the posse out with no man
She so sexy must be Dornish
Don’t know where I’m really goin'
I just gotta get in motion
Always playin' with emotions
Always drivin' like its stolen
And if I said it then its spoken
Yeah, just like that
I come back and get you track, yeah I give you the facts
Concrete is abstract I see thru the cracks, yeah can’t keep it in tact
The truth I unpack and they just nap, look I been doin laps (Do laps on 'em)
Let’s leave it at that, bitch
Can’t go back to black, bitch
When I’m 6 feet under
Can’t steal my thunder
Light breeze in the summer
Indeed I love her
Don’t mean I cuff her
Don’t need that rubber
We free young lovers
I see no other
I clean your clutter
You read my cover
Heartbeat that’s fluttered
What’s me? You wonder
Can’t be no younger
I rediscover
I flee down under
High speed no stutter I need that
(Do do do do)

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