Sticking fingers on the pies, hunting on the wood,
Maybe depending on the mood
Everybody crawling on the floor, Henry IV
Snoring when the quatuor plays besides his thrown
Gazing the jewels on the crown,
Wakes up when he drops it on the floor, Henry IVRefrain:
Scared by anyone else,
Bitches, ladies and gents, Henry IV
Well Paris worthes a mass...Deeper in the labyrinth, joining sexy maids
And busty mistress in the shades
Kids and King together on the floor, Henry IV
Neither pictures, nor pride, when he kissed the bride
And saw the swords beyond the crowd
Back-stabbers beyond the closest court, Henry IV.
Sticking fingers on the pies, hunting on the wood,
Maybe depending on the mood
Everybody crawling on the floor, Henry IV
Also taking into bed, all the girls around
You could recover Paris’s ground
Laying all his ladies on the floor, Henry IV.

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