Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cunnilingus mon amour, artist - Dionysos. Album song La mécanique du coeur, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.11.2016
Record label: Barclay
Song language: French
Cunnilingus mon amour(original) |
Mon hamster se prénomme Cunnilingus |
et croyez le ou non. |
Mais ce gus à tendance à se prendre pour un homme. |
Je me demande comment il s’y prend, |
mais il s'éprend toujours des femmes |
qui viennent lui chuchoter. |
Cunnilingus mon amour. |
Elles s'éprennent de lui, |
ca ne le surprend pas. |
Et il se leve la nuit |
pour se faire parfumer |
entre leurs jolis doigts. |
Ah, ce qu’il adore se pendre à ses barreaux |
pour faire croire qu’il est vraiment |
le grand roi des pectoraux. |
Le problème c’est qu’il voudrait qu’on l’aime, |
comme s’il était vraiment un homme |
à qui on chuchoterais. |
Cunnilingus mon amour! |
Elles se foutent de lui, |
ca ne le surprend pas. |
Quand il danse la nuit |
comme s’il jouait sa vie |
entre leurs jolis doigts. |
Une nuit moi, j’ai trop forcé la dose |
de parfum pour Cunnilingus |
qui se prend de plus en plus pour un homme. |
Il se mit à lécher tout son corps |
pour se laver car vous savez |
on est jamais trop coquet. |
Il se mit à danser |
ca ne nous surprend pas, |
comme un grand possédé. |
Des ailes à ses mollets, |
son corps alcoolisé, |
s’est fracassé contre les barreaux de sa cage. |
Beaucoup de sang coulait de ses yeux |
et de son doux pelage encore tout bien parfumé. |
Une performance jamais égalée |
pas meme par Elvis Presley. |
Michael Jackson peut aller se rhabiller. |
Va te rhabiller Micheal! |
Oh, aie aie aie aie aie… |
Mon hamster se prénommait Cunnilingus |
et croyez le ou non, |
mais ce gus se prennait vraiment pour un homme. |
(translation) |
My hamster's name is Cunnilingus |
and believe it or not. |
But this guy tends to think he's a man. |
I wonder how he does it, |
but he still falls in love with women |
who come to whisper to him. |
Cunnilingus my love. |
They fall in love with him, |
it doesn't surprise him. |
And he gets up at night |
to get perfume |
between their pretty fingers. |
Ah, what he loves hanging from his bars |
to make believe that he is really |
the big king of pecs. |
The problem is that he would like us to love him, |
like he really was a man |
who would be whispered to. |
Cunnilingus my love! |
They don't care about him, |
it doesn't surprise him. |
When he dances at night |
as if he was gambling his life |
between their pretty fingers. |
One night I overdid it |
Perfume for Cunnilingus |
who takes himself more and more for a man. |
He started licking her whole body |
to wash because you know |
one is never too flirtatious. |
He started dancing |
it does not surprise us, |
like someone possessed. |
From the wings to her calves, |
his alcoholic body, |
smashed against the bars of his cage. |
A lot of blood flowed from his eyes |
and his soft coat still all nicely scented. |
Unparalleled performance |
not even by Elvis Presley. |
Michael Jackson can go get dressed. |
Get dressed Micheal! |
Oh, ooh ooh ooh ooh… |
My hamster was named Cunnilingus |
and believe it or not, |
but this guy really thought he was a man. |