The two notes and the refrain were already under the skin of those two
Her body was sending out African heat waves, he looked like a crocodile

The saxophones were pushing hard like domestique cyclists on the run
And the song kept going, sinking deeper into the air

Those two kept going, from her rose the scent of colonials
Reaching him like from one of those old-time drugstores
That kept the door open in front of spring

Someone nearby started to sneeze
The fan was buzzing huge from the exhausted ceiling
The saxophones, hypnotized by her movements, spread out
Sounds of rubber and paint, from him of leather

The lights darted on the Pekingese face of the cashier
Who smoked menthol, others sneezed without malice
And the song went on elegantly, the orchestra had started, it was taking off

The musicians, one with the ceiling and the floor
Only the drummer in the shadow watched with evil looks
Those two danced well, a new cashier replaced the first
This one had wolf eyes and chewed Alaskan candies

That music continued, it was a song that said and didn't say
The orchestra swayed like a palm tree in front of a revered sea

Those two knew by heart where they wanted to go

A fifth character hesitated before sneezing
Then he took refuge in nothingness

It was an adult world, mistakes were made by professionals

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