Lyrics:
la boite
Tu cherche ma table
C'est celle où y'a le plus de Jack
Protège mon back, j'suis un peu paranoïaque
Fais pas le frais devant ta meuf, man
cool
And no one sings like the Kop can do
Oh yeah, we love you
The bread's on the table
The car's in the drive
But I don't wanna stay here
I just
qu'ça dure
On va pas lui sauver la vie
N'importe qui en écoute, n'importe qui en fait
Chacun sa recette, t'as la nôtre, la table est prête
Voici un
lui mettre un pantalon
Mais il est trop court
Animal, on est mal
On pond ses œufs dans le sable
Et quand on passe à table
Les chevaux-vapeurs
on the table
If I want does it mean I'm not stable in the head?
Not gonna drink your frozen Margueritas
And I don't really need a "fone a Senorrita"
For my
sparkled in their eyes,
For desert, sexin her at the table.
I was shocked, I was so surprised,
Took some time to realize,
'Cause everything was
vois de longues tables
J'entends des histoires sales qu'on hurle pour en rire
Peut-on finir comblé au pied d'un souvenir?
Close West, si près, si
Can any man accept it?
Can any sage here understand?
You turned the tables over
There in your father's temple
You cracked a whip and raised
l'troquet
J'laisse des traces
Le picon-bière, c'est redoutable
Même les Belges y s'y aventurent pas
Ça vous fait glisser sous la table
Comme un rat
of lovers
finds it's getting washed all away
There are three wise men in the darkness of the desert
Still trying to be finding their way
The tables have
les yeux et serre toi contre moi
Au carré vip du champagne sur toute les tables
Ou sur la piste on se
Um crè dança pa bo fofa minina in ta gosta
I
les yeux et serre toi contre moi
Au carré vip du champagne sur toute les tables
Ou sur la piste on se
Um crè dança pa bo fofa minina in ta gosta
I
of silverware
I shake my back to try to clear
The table set for two.
mettaient pas de pied de table
Dans l'anus de leur hamster,
S'ils n'ouvraient pas leurs imperméables
Devant les écoles primaires
Ou si tout simplement
des algues bleues
Comme guerriers immobiles
Mécanique trop fragile
Des corps humains sur les tables
Ciel de fumée, vent de sable
Ciel sans fin,
gros dictionnaire
Sur la table
Il avait pas beaucoup d'images
La gamine a pas aimé
Lui a arraché toutes les pages
Sans s'presser
C'était
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their
in at tables and he's sneakin in feels
People walkin in my section that I don't even know
I'm like get lost yo you stay ya ass home
You a frizzeak
foolish things remind me of you
First daffodils and long excited cables
And candle lights on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These
I built my house from barley rice
Green pepper walls and water ice
Tables of paperwood, windows of light
And everything emptying into white.
cry
My table roses slowly died
Suddenly the change was here
I took your hand, you dried my tears
The night turned into black and blue
Still we wondered
karma
It's just karma, karma
It's just karma's a trip
What goes around comes around
(No, more)
Me and you
Me and you (and you)
The tables have turned
plus que ceux
Qui sont cocus, mais qui se taisent
Pour ne pas couper en deux
La table, l'armoire, les deux chaises
Seul, tout seul
Pas plus que
He sits down at the dinner table and has a bite to eat
Never a frown, always a smile
When he says to me, "how's my child?"
I said, that I've been
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