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What an affair
That keeps me longing
For someone there, for someone new
You were so good
In doing the wrong thing
Now I′ll be good in being untrue
I′ve bad my share
Of lazy lovers
I took the chance, I found my cure
Somebow, somewhere
You will discover
A decent girl named Belle de Jour
Glamour, fashion, diamond rings
Cars with shiny chrome
I rather care for simple things
Pure testosterone
What an affair
That keeps me longing
For someone there, for someone new
You were so good
In doing the wrong thing
Now I′ll be good in being untrue
What an affair
What an affair
What an outrageously
Mundane mad love affair

@ De-Phazz

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Quand l′amour se met à battre la cadence
Ll n′est plus question de contenance
Écoute bien le conseil de shéhérazade:
Amour qui n′souffre pas est plaisir bien fade

Shéhérazade m′as raconté cette nuit
Le conte de la rose des sables
L′éternel conte de l′amour qui s′enfuit
L′interninable fable

La rose sables, princesse du désert
Le désert de petit prince a fait naufrage
Le coeur bercé par une brise sauvage

Son visage sera-t-il fait de la cendre
Des ses rêves...
Ou de poussière d′étoiles
D′une bien trop brève?

Quand lãmour se met à battre la cadence
Ll n′est plus question de contenance
Écoute bien le conseil de shéhérazade:
Amour qui n′souffre pas est plaisir bien fade

La fleur qui pleure dans sa haute tuor d′ivoire
Attend celui qui n′a pas besoin de vair pour croire
Son coeur se transforme en fontaine
En force tranquille qui va rompe ses chaînes

Shéhérazade, shérérazade
Raconte-moi tout
Raconte-moi tout

@ De-Phazz

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Zuerst war ich der detektiv
der niemals schlief, der niemal schlief
keine spur war mir zu heiss
wir tanzten auf dem eis

waren beide schuldig irgendwie
mal wieder ohne alibi
was erst nur spiel war, wurde sucht
jetzt bin ich auf der flucht

die liebe ist ein dummes spiel
c′est trop pour moi, too much, zu viel
die liebe ist ein karussell
im kreis herum und viel zu schnell
l䂴 mich die liebe untergehn
h?h mein herz in neopren
die liebe ist ein schundroman,
ein labyrinth, wo komm ich an

wie soll das alles bloss zu ende gehn
mir platzt der kropf,
die zeit will nicht vergehn

die liebe ist ein dummes spiel
c′est trop pour moi, too much, zu viel
die liebe ist ein karussell
im kreis berum und viel zu schnell
l䢴 mich die liebe untergeben
h?ch mein herz in neopren
die liebe ist ein schundroman,
ein labyrinth, wo komm ich an?

@ De-Phazz

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You might just be a poor tailor′s lazy son
I don′t mind, rub the lamp
and the show goes on
I can make you travel in time and space
I can change your sex,
I can change your race

You might be Genghis Khan
in burning rage
Or a go-go girl dancing in a silver cage
Still you′re my master, I′m your slave
One day I′ll be free to rave

Jim the Jinn, Jim the Jinn...

You can be the Queen of Sheba
in shining grace
Or Mahatma Gandhi in his holy place
Still you′re my master
and I′m your slave
One day I′ll be free to rave

@ De-Phazz

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Lookin′ at the sun, lookin′ down on me
Lookin′ at the sun setting me free
Lookin′ at the sun lookin′ down on me
Shining down on me...
Lookin′ at the sun, lookin′ down on me
Lookin′ at the sun setting me free
Lookin′ at the sun lookin′ down on me
Shining down on me...

@ De-Phazz

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- Why, Lucy, your eyes are filled with tears?
- My heart is strained with bloodness
Oh look, the orchestra is getting ready,
dance with me, George!
Check the scene outside of Medellin.
Make a fuss in Caracas
Mixed guys and dark men at the bars
Mambo′s slow Guantanamo
Was so glad escape in Trinidad
Outside down in Kingston town
Stole a car in the streets of Panama
Went too far in Bogota

Space cake brake at the Titicaca lake
Got some more in Ecuador
Out for a dance in a dive in Puerto Prince
Went too far in Bogota

A little weak, a little pale today
Looks like it′s time, for that certain holiday

A little weak, a little pale today

A little weak, a little pale today

"Rip ′em up"

Space cake brake on the Titicaca lake
Got some more in Ecuador
Stole a car in the streets of Panama
Went too far in Bogota

A little weak, a little pale today
Looks like it′s time, for that certain holiday

A little weak, a little pale today
Looks like it′s time, for that certain holiday

A little weak, a little pale today

@ De-Phazz

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Walking down a foggy London street one day
Listenin′ to the rhythm of my feet
Everything in my life was going O. K.
I bad some extra money, and all my bills
Were paid

Should I stash this extra cash
Or spend it on some pleasure
Should I throw it all away
And waste it on some pain

Pay that girl to spank me
With her belt of leather
Or feel the shower of her golden rain

I know it may sound crazy,
But it sho′ nuff it the truth
We all have these feelings
And there′s nothing we can do

I know it my way sound crazy...

It′s a California morning,
Trough I never Have been there
I wish that I could grow some wings
And fly up in the air

People who don′t like me,
Will look up in the sky
I′ll lift up my tail feathers
And drop something in their eyes

Preachin′ to the choir

Walking through the forest
In my birthday suit
Feeling free and dangling in the breeze
Soakin′ up that sweet sunshine on my body
Thinkin′. "Hey, this is the life for me!"

Preachin′ to the choir
Preachin′ to the choir
Set the church afire

Preachin′ to the choir

@ De-Phazz

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Sometimes, ′bout every twenty years
It comes, and everyone′s in fear
We pray, and hope we will survive
If they don′t like me then I die
No, I ain′t talkin′ ′bout style
Cause style can make or break you honey-chile
No, I ain′t talkin′ ′bout war,
I′m talking ′bout style
I hope this time it stays around a little while
Talkin′ ′bout style

Better hope they like
Those clothes that I wear
And I hope they Like
The way I wear my hair
And I hope they like
The way I do my thang
And this here new song
That I′m ′bout to sang
I′m talkin′ ′bout style

Sometimes, ′bout every twenty years
It comes, and everyone′s in fear
We pray, and hope we will survive
Cause if one, just one don′t like you
Then you die

No, I ain′t talkin′ ′bout style
Cause style can make or break you honey-chile
No, I ain′t talkin′ ′bout war,
I′m talking ′bout style
I hope this time it stays around a little while
Talkin′ ′bout style

@ De-Phazz

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Mmh, you′re sticking to my finger
Mmh, you smell like used before
Mmh, your skin to me tastes rotten
Let me lick a little more
First time we walked the junkyard you
said the magic words, love should be
decorated with a little bit of dirt
More or less neglected from backbone
to the heart, it was more than I expected
and I knew it from the start

That you′d fit into my trash box
Mmh, a perfect place to be
Because I know how much that cash
sucks, I want you there for free

@ De-Phazz