Christophe Liry
I'm
Come
to meet her, don't run away
Hate her, invite her and make her yours
Make her eat you in one bite
Like the forest, she's the sun's face
Hey, ah, ha, ha, what a comedy
Laugh with the soul of the eagle, of the eagle
Ah, ha, ha, what a virgin, she will like
Hey,
ah, ha, oh, for God's sake
May God give her a beautiful, glorious return
Ah, ha, ha, for
God's sake Hey,
ah, ha, oh, for God's sake
May God give her a beautiful,
glorious return Ah,
ha,
ha,
for God's sake
If I
had to spit to open you,
I'd do it with a little brush and a sea star
I break your soul and make it travel I can touch the impossible
