| Paroles de la chanson Henry IV:
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| Sticking fingers on the pies, hunting on the wood
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| Maybe depending on the mood
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| Everybody crawling on the floor, Henry IV
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| Snoring when the quatuor plays besides his thrown
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| Gazing the jewels on the crown
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| Wakes up when he drops it on the floor, Henry IVRefrain:
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| Scared by anyone else
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| Bitches, ladies and gents, Henry IV
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| Well Paris worthes a mass… Deeper in the labyrinth, joining sexy maids
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| And busty mistress in the shades
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| Kids and King together on the floor, Henry IV
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| Neither pictures, nor pride, when he kissed the bride
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| And saw the swords beyond the crowd
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| Back-stabbers beyond the closest court, Henry IV
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| Sticking fingers on the pies, hunting on the wood
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| Maybe depending on the mood
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| Everybody crawling on the floor, Henry IV
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| Also taking into bed, all the girls around
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| You could recover Paris’s ground
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| Laying all his ladies on the floor, Henry IV |