shout When we're in St. Tropez Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air make you scream and shout When we're in St. Tropez Oh yeah Welcome to St. Tropez
ton pull bleu Et ses mains etrangeres Sur tes petits seins blancs Ta culotte glissee Ton petit cul offert C'est trop dur de t'aimer C'est trop dur
't touch her Sittin' with a tentpole, what a bloody jamboree Listen to our motto, be prepared for ecstasy Here comes the bride My baby, goes topless And brings her beauty to a
to run away. The sea is still and calm as it washes up on silent shores. You can almost hear the snowflakes fall. Beneath the streetlamps and traffic lights and blinking neon; There's a
et surtout trop civique J'agis de facon cynique et sarcastique est l'ennui Refrain Il y a trop de jours de pluie Trop de jours ou j'ai pas sourit Trop
[bazie-j.darling-69 eyes] I saw her down smilin' there A sweet seducer w/ a dark black hair After the show she wants to know The place our band would
A trop attendre de la vie Et trop d'amour... et trop de temps, On se condamne en cette vie A n'exister que de temps en temps Elle ne dit rien de ses
A trop t'aimer, A trop vouloir te passionner dans notre histoire. A trop rever Ou a trop y croire, Je m'inventais de faux espoirs. Pour toi ce n'
so far above the crowd; No, daddy dear, You never could have known That I would be successful, yet so very much alone... I wanted to live in a carnival
Been too long I miss you darling I miss you so hard I miss you darling I miss you so hard Miss you so hard Now (Miss you darling) Come back baby
She knows me She knows me Sometimes I have a weird way of showing my love And I always expect her to know what I'm thinking of She knows me I treat
You could have saved my life You could have brought me love You could have been so right You fitted me like a glove You could have been the sun That
your own grind And put your hands up, up, up Ladies put your hands up, up, up Gotcha own house, gotcha own car And you don't need a man to know who you
s dinner by candle light - I'm just a take-a-way She's a little too good for me She's gonna change me if I let her She's a little too good for me But
heures les plus belles Trop naive, ,Ce qui m'arrive ,On dirait que je suis, Trop jeune a dix-sept ans Trop tendre aussi Trop jeune a dix-sept ans
