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She's not you - Elvis Presley

Par Floby

He hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue.She's all the things a girl should bebut she's not you.She knows just how to make me laugh when I feel blue.She's ev'rything a man could wantbut she's not you. And when we're dancingit almost feels the same.I've...

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Holiday - Polnareff

Par Floby

Holidays, oh holidaysC’est l’avion qui descend du cielEt sous l’ombre de son aileUne ville passeQue la terre est basseHolidays... Holidays, oh holidaysDes églises et des H.L.M.Que fait-il le Dieu qu’ils aiment?Qui vit dans l’espaceQue la terre est basseHolidays......

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Hapiness is a warm gun

Par Floby

She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do do do She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands...

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Time - Pink Floyd

Par Floby

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to...

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Nièce

Par Floby

La nièce, c'est la femelle du neveu.

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Vacances

Par Floby

Hier soir, j'ai éteint mon reveil...c'était cool.

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C'est elle

Par Floby

"Qu'est-ce que tu fous sur les gradins? cong!- Euh je fais pas piscine m'sieur.- Oubli de tenue encore?- Non monsieur, le chlore me rabote le pourtour anal et me file de l'eczéma pubien.- Mmh. T'as une dispense?- Non m'sieur, mais c'est vrai, hein! vous...

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Accordéonniste

Par Floby

Petit dessin de moi.

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Dig a pony

Par Floby

I dig a pony Well you can celebrate anything you want Well you can celebrate anything you want Ooh. I do a road hog Well you can penetrate any place you go Yes you can penetrate any place you go I told you so, all I want is you. Ev'rything has got to...

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Mother Nature's son

Par Floby

Born a poor young country boy--Mother Nature's son All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone. Sit beside a mountain stream--see her waters rise Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies. Find me in my field of grass--Mother Nature's son...

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