| I’m talking to you, you better listen to my song
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| It’s not just about the music, so don’t get me wrong
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| I could sing:
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| «You're so sexy bay or I want your body lady»
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| Do you think that’s my destiny well maybe
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| Well just in case it’s not, I’ll give you my best shot
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| My job is to make you listen to the words
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| And why not read this sound! |
| Are you listening now?
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| Cause if you’re not I’m turning this off…
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| Because you never ever give a f***
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| About the words, coz you’re so fed up
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| Of listening to love songs, ego tongues, YES
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| I’m doing my best, to respect your ears and the rest
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| No you never ever give a f***
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| About the words, coz you’re so fed up
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| Of listening to love songs, ego tongues RIGHT
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| I’m doing my best, to respect your ears and the rest
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| Yep still talking to you, what? |
| Do you think I got it all wrong?
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| That it’s just about the music; |
| the words make it sound like a song
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| I should sing:
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| «Can I come in your mouth? |
| A good f***in cop is a dead one»
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| To make people listen to my charming song?
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| Well I’m afraid it’s not gonna be my best shot
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| I’ll just write down some simple words and sing them as a sound
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| Are you listening now?
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| Well even if you’re not you don’t have to turn it off !
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| Texte & Musique: Florian Gratton
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| Co-Editeurs: Editions OKC et MOSAME |