In praise of fruit I wrote this song Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit, juice
un petit berceau Salade de fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie Tu plais a ton pere, Tu plais a ta mere Salade fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie C'est toi le fruit
c'est a Saint-Tropez Que j'ai rencontre Dorothee Bouche de fraise, fruits defendus Dans le midi sont descendus Pommes au recto, peches au verso La tous les fruits
Voici des fleurs, des fruits des feuilles et des branches, et puis voici mon coeur qui ne bat que pour vous, ne le dechirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
Voici des fleurs, des fruits, des feuilles et des branches Et puis voici mon coeur qui ne bat que pour vous Ne le dechirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
je suis le fruit de mon epoque refrain dans sont regard le monde s'eclaire par le briquet sous la cuillere (c'est) c'est le fruit de mon epoque et toi
You keep playing me like a fruit machine Putting in change systematically Winning streak that you had over me Has turned into your broken tragedy You
, hu-hum... hahm... Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves, an' blood at the root. Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze. Strange fruit
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from
The fruit man sold the guava to the black man the black man peeled the skin with the bare hand a juice man took a stand with the fruit man and they cooked
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black body swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
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Tending my fruit, tending my fruit Ah, you've got to have a hobby A man must have a shed to keep him sane Spraying my buds, spraying my buds Got to keep
Craquaient comme des pepins O Sanguine joli fruit ! La pointe de ton sein A trace tendrement La ligne de ma chance Dans le creux de ma main. Sanguine, joli fruit
a prayer Deliver us, Lord, from this golden calf People only want what they cannot have Forbidden fruit That's the fruit that you'd better not taste Forbidden fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
I just wanna say Let me taste the fruit of your space Oh what a, oh what a day I just wanna play Magical visions, what we lay, lay, lay I wanna, I wanna