Quattra Neon
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Fabrice, you treasure me and wrestle grey
Monsieur the padre told me yesterday
We're used to these who bring my life poor
I love your mind as discussed before
And Mr. Pushkin is Senora Persti
Only the lonely make jazz a true creed
Give us our daily digest of bread
Each visage tells me where desire is spread
Sleep in a gunny sack, dark connoisseur
C'est quoi, trion? C'est quoi, trion?
May I suggest that the heat is on?
Que vida sonrรญe, que vida sonrรญe
And if you need another chaperone
Call up Herr Winkler for a little tone
Shoulder to shoulder, the world's a stage
I watch you slowly as you know me safe
Sleep in a gunny sack, dark connoisseur
C'est quoi, trion? C'est quoi, trion?
May I suggest that the heat is on?
Que vida sonrรญe, que vida sonrรญe
C'est quoi, trion? C'est quoi, trion?
C'est quoi, trion? C'est quoi, trion?