I have no head for long words
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And you are from such a long word.
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Bye my friend and hello to your smile,
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In the hope that you will understand the flower.
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The sun of Prague tears the sea,
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And I sail in the flip flops.
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Wherever the lights take me I'm there,
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With the mascara, the lipstick and other dav'in.
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Because I want to dance, and I want nonsense
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I feel like laughing and I don't feel like you
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I want it during the day and I want it at night
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I want to shout: "I'm a flower".
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A face that doesn't count,
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And jeans in the style written in the newspaper.
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eternal curl in the hair,
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And posters instead of walls.
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want to love like in the movies,
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A handsome man who will come in English and colors.
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COME ON BABY the plane is waiting,
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And another dream of mine takes off and cries.
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Because I want to dance...
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Someday when I have time to grow up,
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Someday the party will be over.
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Because at the end of each flower hides a small housing
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Has a sample and a thousand smoke directions.
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Because I want to dance... |