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Frankie and Johnny

Duke Ellington

Duke Ellington 1938

'Cause he was doing her wrong

So bring on your crepe and your flowers
Bring on your rubber-tired hack
'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard

Frankie and Johnny

Louis Armstrong

Double Exposure: Freddie Hubbard & Louis Armstrong

1992

'Cause he was doing her wrong

So bring on your crepe and your flowers
Bring on your rubber-tired hack
'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard

So Little Deserve

Heavenly

Le Jardin de Heavenly

1992

begin to wonder why
Made me flowers from crepe paper
I was charmed there for a while

But when you, when you grew up
You grew up and forgot what's

Crème brûlée Chocolat mouse
Baguette eclair macaroon uh I spoke too soon first some quiche and a crepe oh yes
Love blooms our flowers
Feel the love in

a fish.
With no magical powers
To grant me what I need.
Find the Great Crepe Myrple Tree.

Sleepy Chester's asleep.
With diamond in his hand.
Slowly we will

are you at mi amor
Mi amor qué pasó
Entre tú y yo Todo termino
Bebiendo alcohol alivio mi dolor
are you my flower I don't remember yet
3 in the morning

hopes around
Turned into sad crepe paper petals
Scattered on the ground

Cold December flower
Just when I'd learned to live without you
Cold December

or a flower
All you eat is pancakes, you're a coward
I could eat a thousand in one hour
Stack 'em all up and climb the tower
Keep your damn pancakes, waffles

mimosas with the jelly on the Toast uh,
Sitting off coast in a boat doing Donuts
Down in Dressrosa

Flower in her hair, high heels, Señorita
Animal in bed

Y'all ain't ready for another one
Y'all ain't ready for another one 
Y'all ain't ready for another one

Yo check it out...

Crepe suzette and grey

sangue a letto e strisci, come un'insetto appassisci

Hook:
"White flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you"

Più

peaceful graveyards.
The fallen heroes with tombstones standing guard

There are no flowers, no summer sandals.
There's only winter in the City of Light
It

smile, made it worthwhile
Smell of crepes as you kissed my neck
The golden taste as sure as rain on a rainy day in May
Ran out of words to say so we'd

wonder what's in store
In April rain begins to pour
In May the flowers start to grow
So by June everybody knows

ba ba ba 

Then in July
Everything will be

like A Musgrove curveball
Fuck your flowers I let the bears come in an forage
Blowing all your mind's like Eminem rhyming orange
Gather all your demons

Parisian
Our love is blooming into season

I order french toast and you order crepes and we both have an omelet to share
Part of my omelet fell off of my

[So, Phineas, what do you think of the City of Love?]
[I wish it were the City of Airplane Parts.]
[Not this again.]

We could share a crêpe sucrée

You taught me how to make crepes in the seventh grade
And I still make them the exact same way
I still have the guitar pick you used to ask me