quand tu m'appelles

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love didn't bring to me the breakfast in bed
but left me to sleep a little more
having the care to program some whispers
sent with the help of the wind
warmed by a few rays of the sun
hidden among the tiny clouds
which loves to gaze at me
walking gallantly through those dreams
accompanied by a clink, playful and gently,
like a sweet tender kiss, only to provoke me
to stretch and to search
your hypnotics lure, — quand tu m'appelles‧‧‧

❝ Petit monstre, petite teigne
démon à apparence humaine
mon ballon d'oxygène, tu me plais,
car tu me touches beaucoup
j'aime tes fruits défendus, ton cul haut perché,
comme ces statues africaines
toi la liberté même,
tu me plais oh vraiment j't'aime beaucoup
mon petit trésor à moi
je suis ton sugar daddy
et tu viens d'un pays où les p'tits rois et les p'tites reines
ont un p'tit blème
avec la morale chrétienne antédiluvienne
ça me plaît, ça me touche beaucoup
quand tu m'appelles Eden, Eden, Eden…
je suis ton sugar daddy
et tu viens d'un pays où les p'tits rois et les p'tites reines
n'ont aucune gêne
avec leurs zones érogènes, mon hallucinogène, phénomène
oh vraiment j'aime beaucoup
quand tu m'appelles Eden, Eden, Eden... ❞

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