plus de jouer les *** symbols. Y'en a qui vendent l'amour au fond de leur bagnole Mademoiselle chante le blues. Soyez pas trop jalouses. Mademoiselle boit du rouge. Mademoiselle chante le blues Y'en
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Well gather round children, a story I will tell. About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon. His wife beside him in a wagon as
Je t'aime Mademoiselle, ooh la la Tell me where are you going. Sweet Mademoiselle. To London or Paris. To the Grand Hotel Where do you go. At the end of the day. Where do you go. When you spend
By Woodie Guthrie. Now gather round me, fellows. A story I will tell. Of Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw. Oklahoma knew him well. 'Twas in the town of Shawnee. On a Saturday afternoon. His wife
are going up in smoke I say, hey Floyd, you got your mind in a mess again. Hey Floyd, you gotta learn how to break the chain Oh, yeah. There's a night train to your heartbreak, get on. It's the big
If you'll gather 'round me, children. A story I will tell. 'Bout pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw. Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee. A Saturday afternoon. His wife beside him in
