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| 1. |
| 7:26 | 
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Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas je vois la vie en rose Il me dit des mots d'amour des mots de tous le jours Et ca me fait quelque chose Il est entre dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause C'est lui pour moi Moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie Et des que je l'apercois Alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat... When he takes me in his arms and whispers love to me everything's lovely It's him for me and me for him all our lives and it's so real what I feel this is why Et des que je l'apercois Alors je sens en moi,mon coeur qui bat... la vie ......... La vie en rose,la vie en rose ohhhhhhhh.....la vie La vie en rose, La vie en rose,la vie en rose la vie en rose ,la vie en rose la vie en rose , la vie en rose la vie en rose, la vie en rose Je t'aime voir toujours... |
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| 2. |
| 3:22 |
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When I'm feelin' lonely,
Someone telephone me, It's gettin' hard to pass my time. Take me out'a dieing, Watch me while I'm flyin', Baby, it's a waste of time. I need a man, perhaps a man like you, I need a man, to make my dreams come true. Say that you will find him, Creeping up behind him, Moving round' the town all day. Well, I'm underestimated, Highly underated, Can there be another way? I need a man, perhaps a man like you, I need a man, and I need a man. And then I won't be feelin' lonely, Knowing I'm the only one. He'll understand, Oh, what I'm feelin' deep inside me, Knowing that at last he's gone. Oh well, Gettin' tired of lookin', Wastin' all my cookin, Ending in a dreadful row. Can somebody tell me, Say to me, or sell me, Why I'm feelin' lonely, oh. I need a man, perhaps a man like you, I need a man to make my dreams, And I need a man. And at night I won't be lonely, Knowing I'm the only one. He'll understand, Oh, what I'm feelin' deep inside me, Knowing that at last he's gone. It's maybe that I'm dreaming, Can't say they I've seen him, Somehow, I just got to find. Someone outstanding, Goes without (?), (?) I need a man like you, to make my dreams come true, Perhaps that man is you! |
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| 3. |
| 3:22 |
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I've been called an operator,
I can sell an eskimo snow, Baby, your'e a calculator, But all you ever tell me is no. You make me run,run,run, say your havi'n none, You make me run,run,run, chase me with a gun. I'll never give up! I've got to do or die, I'm reach'in for the sky, I'd like to make you mine, You know I will in time, ? Do or Die, No matter how you try, You'll never change my mind, I got to Do or Die!! Taurus's are more determined, Nothing's gonna stand in their way, Loving you was my ambition, I was born the 19th of May. You make me run,run,run, say your havi'n none, You make me run,run,run, chase me with a gun. I'll never give up! I've got to do or die, I'm reach'in for the sky, I'd like to make you mine, You know I will in time, ? Do or Die, No matter how you try, You'll never change my mind, I got to Do or Die!! I've been called an operator, I can sell an eskimo snow, Baby, your'e a calculator But all you ever tell me is no. You make me run,run,run, say your havi'n none, You make me run,run,run, chase me with a gun. I'll never give up! I've got to do or die, I'm reach'in for the sky, I'd like to make you mine, You know I will in time, ? Do or Die, No matter how you try, You'll never change my mind, I got to Do or Die!! Do or Die (X23). |
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| 4. |
| 5:11 |
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Je n'ai marre with your theatrics,
Your acting's a drag, It's ok on TV, but you can turn it off, Your marriage is a tragedy, But it's not my concern, I'm very superficial I hate everything official, Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) Your sentimental gestures only bore me to death, You've made a desperate appeal, now save your breath, Attachment to obligation, through guilt and regret, shit that's so wet And your sex life complications are not my fascinations, Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) Oh! You asked my advice I say use the door, But you're still clinging to somebody you deplore, And now you wanna use me for emotional blackmail, I just feel pity when you lie, contempt when you cry, Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) Oh! Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x8) |
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| 5. |
| 6:04 |
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't ain't no big thing
To wait for the bell to ring 't ain't no big thing, the toll of the bell Aggravated, spare for days I troll down town the redlight place Jump up, bubble up What's in store Love is the drug and I need to score Showing out, showing out, hit and run Boy meets girl where the beat goes on Stiched up tight, can't shake free Love is the drug got a hook on me Oh, catch that buzz Love is the drug I'm thinking of Oh, can't you see, love is the drug for me Oooh, oooh Late at night I parked my car Staked my place in the singles bar Face to face, toe to toe Heart to heart as we hit the floor Lumbered up, limbo down The locked embrace, stumble round I say go, she say yes Dim the lights, you can guess the rest Oh, catch the buzz Love is the drug I'm thinking of Oh, can't you see Love is the drug got a hook on me Oh, catch the buzz Love is the drug I'm thinking of Oh, can't you see, love is the drug for me Oooh, oooh Oooh, oooh ... Oooh, oooh Love is, love is, love is the drug |
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| 6. |
| 4:29 |
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Strange
I've seen that face before Seen him hanging 'round my door. Like a hawk stealing for the prey Like the night waiting for the day. Strange He shadows me back home Footsteps echo on the stone. Rainy nights and hustling boulevards Parisian music tripping from the bars. Tu cherches quoi? Rencontrer la mort? Tu te prends pour qui Toi aussi tu detestes la vie. Dancing by the restaurants Home with anyone you want. Strange He's standing there below Staring eyes thrill me to the bone. Dans sa chambre Joelle et sa valise. Elle regarde ses fringues Sur les murs des photos Sans regret Sans melo. La porte est claquee Joelle est barree. |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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Driving down those city streets
Waiting to get down Won't you take your big machine Somewhere in this town Now in the parking lot garage I found the proper place Just follow all the written rules You'll fit into the space Pull up to my bumper baby In your long black limousine Pull up to my bumper baby And drive it in between Pull up, to it, Don't drive, through it Back it, up twice Now that fits nice Operate around the clock, Slow it if you come in? I've got lots of space for everyone One for you my friend? My lines are short I'll fix you up So won't you please come on, Shiny sleek machine you wheeled I've got to blow your horn. Pull up to my bumper baby In your long black limosine, Pull up to my bumper baby And drive it in between. Pull up to it, don't drive through it, Back it, up twice, now that fits nice, Grease it, spray it Let me lubricate it Pull up to my bumper baby (to end) |
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| 8. |
| 4:18 |
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Walking down the street
Kicking cans Looking at the billboards Oh so rad Summing up the people Checking out the race Doing what I'm doing Feeling out of place Walking, walking In the rain Feeling like a woman Looking like a man Sounding like a no-no Mating when I can Whistling in the darkness Shining in the night Coming to conclusions Right is night is tight Walking, walking In the rain Come in all you jesters Enter all you fools Sit down no-no's Vulgar fools Trip the light fantastic Dance the swivel hips Coming to conclusions Button up your lips Walking, walking In the rain |
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| 9. |
| 6:00 |
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Take a toke from the smoke,
Never standing by the door, Just stretching out pan de floor, That way him don't fall over, No way him gwan fall out pan me, That way him won't fall over, No way him gwan fall out pan me. 'Cause he's layed back, not laying back, Layed back, not worried back, Layed back, not thinking back, Layed back, never holding back, My Jamaican guy, My Jamaican guy. When my dread start to sw.. Him no think if it hot nor cold, We just come in a de riva cold, Dat way him don't waste him wata, No way it gwan run out pan him, Dat way him don't waste him wata, No way it gwan run out pan him. 'Cause he's layed back, not worried back, Layed back, not thinking back, Layed back, not laying back, Layed back, never holding back, My Jamaican guy, My Jamaican guy. My J.A. guy. Take my life for a drive, Never need to change his tools, Him drive like a stubborn mule, Dat way him naw go plop plop, No way gas gwan bun out pan him, Dat way him naw go plop plop, No way gas gwan bun out pan him. 'Cause he's layed back, not thinking back, Layed back, not worried back, Layed back, not laying back, Layed back, never holding back, My Jamaican guy, My J.A. guy. |
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| 10. |
| 4:21 |
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Work all day as men who know
Wheels must turn to keep the flow Build on up, don't break the chain, Sparks will fly when the whistle blows Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Work to the rhythm Live to the rhythm Love to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, power lines Fires burn, hearts beat strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Breathe to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Work to the rhythm Live to the rhythm Love to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm |
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