This is one of four love songs
I wrote this song for you ( x 2)
My life was a Quartier Debachi street: donkeys, cats,
motocyclettes, all trampled on it. Then along came you.
This is one of four love songs
I wrote this song for you (x 2)
Life was a plodding horse: I dug it, beat it, zee’d it,
it just kept plodding on. Then along came you.
This is one of four love songs
I wrote this song for you (x2)
I was a chicken in an old wire cage: waiting for
that bloodied hand to thrust in. Then along came you
This is one of four love songs
I wrote this song for you (x 2)
I took my heart to the tannery. They said “Il n’y a rien
qu’on peut faire avec caâ€. Then along came you.
(Now cue some raggedy violins.)
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