Be-bop, barefoot under the moon
Without faith, nor roof, nor fortune
I spend my time doing anything
On the tracks, preferably black
When the demon of dance
Takes my body, I do anything
Everything is fine

On an electronic jerk
Playful loves are tied
Be-bop, life, it's anything
It's a party, it's psychedelic
Don't ask me what I'm making
I would answer "anything
I don't know"

Dum-di-there, I'm dizzy, it's not enough
To make me forget that you're not here
I kept this photo on me
This photobooth that you didn't like
If you come back, don't wait
For my body to swing at the end of a rope

Be-bop, barefoot under the moon
Without faith, nor you, nor anyone
I think I would do anything
To see you for five more minutes
At Golden Sands, near the dunes
I would tell you anything
It will be good

Dum-di-there, I'm dizzy, it's not enough
To make me forget that you're not here
I kept this photo on me
This photobooth that you didn't like
If you come back, don't wait
For me to have fallen for France

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