Tous les palmiers, tous les bananiers Vont pousser pareil quand j's'rai parti J'm'en vais chez nous, c'est l'ete Chez nous y ont sorti les chaises sur
City of stars that hide through the night Pity the dogs left out in the moonlight Talk about God and the weather is fine, just fine The taste of ambition
yacht sur les yachts de ma tour Comme un troubadour qui pense qu'a passer son tour Classe et place toujours pret du glacier Range ton acier on est sous les palmiers
Hear the Devil callin', I can hear em, It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him, Mad, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear him, I don't need
This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory? So get back, back
I'm the fashionistist. And they know I stay around the white like a groom, Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom. I think I'm gettin' hi-high-
Well, I'm here in Hawaii Lookin' for something to do I'm walkin' every beach and I find that I'm thinkin' about you I wouldn't have to be here, if I knew
Stick palm trees on the moon Eradicate the gloom The place needs clearing up and dusting down We'll sunbathe through the day And sip on chardonnay Until
All I can taste is champagne When it hits the brain like cocaine Spinning around and around I can't get up without your help I'm falling down All
Picking up the pieces of a life youve broken Stitching it together with the seams wide open [Chorus] You keep crying, crying, crying Till you cannot
