Toi, l? epouse model?, le grillon du foyer, toi, qui n?as point d?accroc dans ta rob` de mariee, toi, l?intraitable Penelope, en suivant ton petit bonhomme
galope C'est la faute commune Et le peche veniel C'est la face cachee De la lune de miel Et la rancon de Penelope Et la rancon de Penelope...
Ecoute ca; J'vais te raconter l'histoire de Penelope. Penelope, c'est mon poisson rouge, Qui a finis sur le dos Comme tout les poissons rouges d'ailleurs
, give me money while I lay. Perched up in a tree, spread your wings, and then chose me. You see. 'Cos I was feeling fine. Pigeon Penelope, eventually
cuore resta qua gli Dei ci truccano le carte per confondere la verita' e intanto Penelope tesse la sua tela nell'ora di punta e intanto Penelope tesse
Penelopie, le printemps fleurit Ce matin Monsieur Soleil m'a dit "C'est bientot l'ete, bientot juillet Mais que devient Penelopie ? Ecris-lui" Alors,
Now that the time has come Soon gone is the day There upon some distant shore You'll hear me say Long as the day in the summer time Deep as the wine
rivoluzione penelope non correre uie uie uie no no no no no penelope non correre no no no...uie penelope non correre no no no no...uie...penelope non correre...penelope
penelope non correre uie uie uie no no no no no penelope non correre no no no...uie penelope non correre no no no no...uie...penelope non correre...penelope
Penelope facev?a tela Penelope facev?a tela Penelope facev?a tela bella tela, bella tela? Ma un bel giorno neh che fa ma un bel giorno neh che fa disfa
Oh Penelope Are you filled with air Swallowed oxygen Made you float up? Is it Dropsy? Will your lungs swell? It's depressing me To see you struggle Oh
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my confusion Penelope please Penelope please My jeans are not Big enough to hold me So come on girl Don't you try and scold me Penelope please Penelope
Music and lyric: Loreena McKennitt Now that the time has come Soon gone is the day There upon some distant shore You'll hear me say Long as the day
flor No hay ni un sauce en la calle mayor Para Penelope Penelope Tristeza a fuerza de esperar Tus ojos parecen brillar Si un tren silba a lo lejos Penelope