Rien n'est plus comme avant Depuis qu'on s'est perdu Les rivieres, l'ocean, Toutes les mers se sont tues Et la terre, et la terre Pour moi ne tourne
seems so easy when we melt in our embrace Oh Louisa, you're in my wonderland Reach out and touch my hand again to fill the emptiness in me Oh Louisa,
: My dear friend the emptiness i see you carry all alone i watch you and can't help but worry whats on your mind its eating me alive things were fine
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but there We will dance the Hootchy-kootchy I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Meet me in St. Louis, Louis
I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom, for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world I see skies of blue, and clouds of
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Hello, Dolly, this is Louis, Dolly It?s so nice to have you back where you belong You?re lookin? swell Dolly, I can tell, Dolly You?re still glowin? you
's gone left this town Fellin' tomorrow like I feel today If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my truck and make my get away St. Louis
! Slit your throat and zip you up. I won't fuck up your pretty make-up. Tell your friends try not to brag. You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton bodybag
find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day You can find me in St. Louie
And that's what she likes to hear the most Liza's been around the block She's currently a femme bitch top A giant step from old Louise Now she's the
Now with her legs spread wider She needed to have Louise inside her She said, "I'll never forget the first time You kissed me, now I want you to fist me" Louise
sticking in her ass and one in her cunt A butterfly vibrator straped tight to her clit But who's got the remote control That would belong to louise She
This is the G. I. Jive Man alive It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive Jack, that's the G. I. Jive Roodley-toot Jump
Mop mop, a thousand years ago Mop mop, a guy named Jungle Joe Was a drummer man in a Zulu band That made swing history Mop mop, one day the king said