I don't mince my words
I don't mince my words

If I happen to be struck by the chocolate eclair
Very often I reason with myself before dipping my finger again
In the apple marmalade prepared a cappella
On the piano
If the mere sight of honey is enough to clear my voice
Grandma's aspartame will not sweeten
The anger of seeing a pea under the princess
Oh! GMO!

I don't mince my words
I don't mince my words

If sometimes I delight before devouring my prey
That I let go a little ballast as cats would do
Before giving my tongue I lick seven times
Your soft skin
If cooking comes from the heart, music comes from the stomach
And if I love guts so much, it's because these guts are mine
And as proof of my ardor, I will write with orgeat pen
On the checkered tablecloth

I don't mince my words (I don't mince my words)
I don't mince my words (I don't mince my words)

I don't mince, I don't mince my words
I don't mince, I don't mince my words
I don't mince, I don't mince
I don't mince, I don't mince

In the name of the Castafiore with the artichoke heart
Of the Tarantella and the tartare with the knife
Of the strawberry coulis and my voice in the echo
I don't mince, I don't mince, I don't mince
My words
My words
My words
My words

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