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My Ideal

Will I ever find the girl on my mind? The one who is my ideal Maybe she's a dream and yet she might be Just around the corner waiting for me Will I recognize

Traduction: Maurice Chevalier. Mon Idéal.

Traduction: Sinatra, Frank. Mon Idéal.

Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes and her flawless skin and her petulant pout The memory of such a long blond alibi still makes me want to shout

[Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I won't take a bitch to my house Don't have to see where I'm livin', uh-uh, that's out! If you want to splak, I know you're

My president is kwan yin My frontier is on an airplane my prisons: homes for rehabilitating Then I fly back to my nest, I fly back with my nuclear but

my eyes glued to the ground. If I had've known my invisibility would not make a difference, I would've run around screaming proudly at the top of my

embrace these wrong ideals This thirst for violence, donmination It only serves your wrong beliefs This is my indictment of your beliefs This is my

things you say You are my rock, baby you're the truth You are my rock, I love to rock with you You are my rock, you're everything I need You are my