Affichage des articles dont le libellé est Soupes. Afficher tous les articles
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"Not that I care, but where is your husband?/Why, he's dead. I bet he's just using that as an excuse/I was with him to the very end. No wonder he passed away/I held him in my arms and kissed him. Oh, I see, then it was murder/Will you marry me? Did he leave you any money? Answer the second question first" ou
I know full stories, of lies, with tears and certitude, and the evenings following, building, and all my destiny telling me, screaming to me, give back the nights, useless, you're an artichoke heart, an artichoke heart, an artichoke heart... and all my destiny I'll say, I'll keep the nights, and oh what oh whatowhato nights
Jerusalem artichoooooke, you don't have to feed the soldiers, those days are over, you don't have to sell your body to the war, Jerusalem artichoooooke you don't have to stress for the night, peel your body for money, you don't have to care if it's potato or light. Jerusalem artichoooooke, you don't have to put on the red light...
Husband at work, kids resting and I’m hiding in the cooler until Sunday’s lunch. I’m a green pea, chill chill chill, I’m a green pea, chill chill chill, I’m a green pea, won’t you thaw my frozen heart ou Velouté glacé aux petits pois, à la moutarde de roquette et au thym façon oh I’m just a sweet transvestite, from Transylvaaaania, ah ah !
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