Here she comes the mysterious lady from St Martinique When she goes a strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek When she goes a walkin' the
Traduction: Neige, Hank. Mystérieuse Dame De St Martinique.
Elle lui dit C'est epatant Ca t' rend plus joli Que l' costume de ton pays Le p'tit negro repondit : A la Martinique, Martinique, Martinique C'est ca
(feat. Dragonette) I could stick around a little longer with you Hello It doesn?t really mean that im into you Hello You?re alright but im your
I turn it on, I set the tone And I know I?m ready to go I saw you waking up against the wall And I knew you were ready to go Tonight, I?m a different
I could be your boy and you could be mine Oh oh oh oh oh I could be you toy It would be fine Oh oh oh oh oh I could be your boy and you could be mine
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Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez! (Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!) Lemme hear you say; Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martin-ez! (Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez
Sleep Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized If the thunder cloud Passes rain So let it rain Rain down on him So let it be So let it be Sleep
Sleep Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized If the thunder cloud Passes rain So let it rain Rain down on him Mmm...mmm...mmm... So let it be Mmm
Martin, j'entends des voix de velours Dean Martin, j'attendrai ton retour Zorro s'est decommande, a d'autres chattes a fouetter J'en ai les bals masques, Rene va renegocier Dean Martin
debloque O.K. Martine est insomniaque a cent pour cent faut faire avec Elle me donne des coups de coudes, hey le guitariste faudrait assurer Elle veut refaire l'amour Mon cul Martine boude Martine
l'epaule, Avec, a la levre, un doux chant, Avec, a la levre, un doux chant, Avec, a l'ame, un grand courage, Il s'en allait trimer aux champs! Pauvre Martin
I can see Martina as a child of three In the sad seclusion of her nursery Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play Never speak, Martina, put your toys
How lucky can one guy be I kissed her and she kissed me Like the fella once said Ain't that a kick in the head The room was completely black I hugger
Please don't talk about me when I'm gone Oh honey, though our friendship ceases from now on And listen, if you can't say anything real nice It's better
I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns,
Just in time, I found you just in time Before you came my time was running low I was lost, the losing dice were tossed My bridges all were crossed, no
