I love the poor girls who rust
Makeup that goes wrong
Face like ratatouille
Neck that scares
And pumpkin butt
Those who have something wrong
Who make mirrors cry
Watering can head
Who scare in the dark at night
Bastard
I love those who are all broken
The too big and the failures
The ravaged all wrinkled
Coffee, cigarette for breakfast
I love those who are no longer all beautiful
Who grow their armpits
37 years old still a virgin
But calf eyes that bewitch you
I love girls who let themselves go
Fire in the ass and badly dressed
Sweat smells and big boobs
Ready to try everything
I love those who don't take their heads
Orange peel and Tartiflette
Pork thigh trumpet nose
And ready to do somersaults

Gem Lé moch'
The old ones under the eyes who have bags
Gem Lé moch'
The big ones with brioche
Gem Lé moch'
The tunas that have hair on their legs
Gem Lé moch'
The monsters who don't need an anti-theft

Gem Lé moch'
The old ones under the eyes who have bags
Gem Lé moch'
The big ones with brioche
Gem Lé moch'
The tunas that have hair on their legs
Gem Lé moch'
The monsters who don't need an anti-theft

I don't like them too clumsy
With underarms sweat stains
I want them big with soft skin
And who don't care about the diet
Tuna that passes you interest me
Leave your phone and your address
I bought you a nice leash
With you I would do wonders
Yeah sure it's easier
But they are all much cooler
The little sausages with a runny nose
To the big pile of mud that splits the crowd
I find them patient, touching, not annoying and endearing
No pressure they are cute
And much better than all these bitches
Ugly girl you have class
And I love your backside
Don't listen to all these bitches
Who take this little superior air
You have sex appeal
And you're good like a coconut flan
I leave you my number again
Call me after your work

Gem Lé moch'
The old ones under the eyes who have bags
Gem Lé moch'
The big ones with brioche
Gem Lé moch'
The tunas that have hair on their legs
Gem Lé moch'
The monsters who don't need an anti-theft

Gem Lé moch'
The old ones under the eyes who have bags
Gem Lé moch'
The big ones with brioche
Gem Lé moch'
The tunas that have hair on their legs
Gem Lé moch'
The monsters who don't need an anti-theft

Hey miss ugly
Come let me slap you a kiss
You have top class pupuce
With your pineapple look
And even if you suck at random
Like little Karen Che
Well there's more room in the bra
When you sway under Lexomil
I find you great
And too mega extraordinary
And your little bovine glances
Transported me to the Light

Whether you're small, good at low ass
Whether you're skinny with big arms
Whether you're round with pigtails
It doesn't bother me at all
You have the look chick
And I love your little buttons in the back
I love your fine mustache
And when you imitate the whale
You have style, you have a dog
Always free no boyfriend
You're not annoying and I like you
Would you like to see each other tomorrow?

Gem Lé moch'
The old ones under the eyes who have bags
Gem Lé moch'
The big ones with brioche
Gem Lé moch'
The tunas that have hair on their legs
Gem Lé moch'
The monsters who don't need an anti-theft

Gem Lé moch'
The old ones under the eyes who have bags
Gem Lé moch'
The big ones with brioche
Gem Lé moch'
The tunas that have hair on their legs
Gem Lé moch'
The monsters who don't need an anti-theft

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