inca De l'opera Avec la tete Elle danse aussi tres bien Et son visage Danse avec tout le reste Elle a cherche Une nouvelle facon Et l'a inventee
Silja: It's not the way you look It's not the way that you smile Although there's something to them It's not the way you have your hair It's not
Every time I think of you I got a shot right through with a bolt of blue It's no problem of mine And it's a problem I find Living a life that I can
It took ten years to realize Why the angel stopped crying When you sail on down the lane Your happy smile, your funny name I just don't mean the
Little orphans in the snow With nowhere to call a home Start their singing, singing Waiting through the summertime To thaw your hearts in wintertime
Mongoloid he was a mongoloid Happier than you and me Mongoloid he was a mongoloid And it determined what he could see Mongoloid he was a mongoloid One
He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he said that he'd never, never, never, never do it again Not until the next time He was a sweet and
{Refrain:} Doux cri de ma vie Doux cri de mes nuits Doux cri de ma vie Ma voix te supplie Cri de mon c?ur, ne m'entends-tu pas La nuit, le jour ? Mon
Doodlin' your name into the palm of my hand A name so strange it's hard to let go of I feel summer closing in It's no secret I know you've got other
: Little orphans in the snow With nowhere to call a home Start their singing, singing Waiting through the summertime To thaw your hearts in wintertime
: Every time I think of you I got a shot right through with a bolt of blue It's no problem of mine And it's a problem I find Living a life that I
: He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he said that he'd never, never, never, never do it again Not until the next time He was a sweet
: It took ten years to realize Why the angel stopped crying When you sail on down the lane Your happy smile, your funny name I just don't mean the
: Mongoloid he was a mongoloid Happier than you and me Mongoloid he was a mongoloid And it determined what he could see Mongoloid he was a mongoloid
: Silja: It's not the way you look It's not the way that you smile Although there's something to them It's not the way you have your hair It's
Doodle your name into the palm of my hand A name so strange its hard to let go I feel summer closing in Its no secret You've got other plans (that don
