mardi, septembre 15, 2009

Un Peu de Franche Douceur

Now your dancing child with his chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasnt very cute to him, Was i? But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . . I want you,
I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.

Bob Dylan, I want you.

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