Michel Polnareff:dame dame .flv

English translation:
Lady, Lady

On the first day of my life there was a lady, lady, lady, lady, lady
That met my soul. This lady, lady, lady, lady, lady
When she bent over me, her eyes were the first mirror where I could see
She called me by names than ever, no never, no never have I heard since
This lady, lady, lady, lady, lady Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady

On a blackboard and chalk She made a woman, lady, lady, lady
That met my soul. This lady, lady, lady, lady, lady
She first drew what she called the neck and lips, and breasts on which she insisted many
She sketched the rest, finally saying that all the happiness in this world was drawing from a lady, lady, lady, lady, lady Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady

And before this sketch Monami swoons, faints, swoon, swoon, swoon
But it is the model that already I claim lady, lady, lady, lady
It is actually easier to have a drawing that model, dream than reality
The rest left me assuming that I would need many years
To find what was called a lady, lady, lady, lady, lady
Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady

When her body was pale and thin, naked before my eyes, I told her to get out of my sight
Because he had a lady that the soul man woman, lady, lady, lady
But who do you take me for? No no!
You do nothing, remember the model I'm looking for
Since the day my mother told me all the happiness in the world is in this drawing
From a lady, lady, lady, lady, lady Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady

Fear and hope to eighteen are the street ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
This is the wreck of my virginity in the street ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
She came up to me, the smile that she was my drawing and that I was happy
To hear that it won't cost me money and the next morning I can say that I came back with nothing
Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady

I want to love who can help me, I am looking for a lady, lady, lady, lady, lady
Who can tell me where to find, where to find this lady, lady, lady, lady, lady?
Where to find those lips? Where to find those breasts?
Where the neck, ankles that give these to the round of desires
Divine

On the first day of my life there was a lady, lady, lady, lady, lady
That met my soul. This lady, lady, lady, lady, lady
When she leaned over me, her eyes
Were the first mirror where I could see
She called me by names than ever, no, never.
Never I have heard from this lady, lady, lady, lady, lady
Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady

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