Men, they love
Women who love men
Women, they love
Men who love women
A woman without a man
She has no soul
A man without a woman
He remains stalled
But always the woman varies
Next to a husband who is like the rain
Cold and the warm rain of brunettes
Next to a husband who is like the moon
Next to a husband sewn with money
Cold is the warmest of blondes
Next to a husband with a round head
Next to a husband like everyone else
Life flies away
And when we panic
Alas, it is too late
To wave one's handkerchief

Men, they love
Women who love men
Women, they love
Men who love women
In paradise, there are no more flames
In paradise, souls go
Then they die of boredom
And remember all the craziness
They could have indulged in on earth
They dream of the zipper
That she pulled up so proudly
They dream of deep couches
Introduced in bachelor pads
My God, why did I act so coy?
Life flies away
And when we panic
Alas, it is too late
To twist one's handkerchief

Men, they love
Women who love men
Women, they love
Men who love women
Some priests seduce the ladies
Even sometimes the nuns get inflamed
For abominable beach men
Who lead them into swimming
Oh aquatic and wild worlds
Make the life of honest priests
Catherinettes and little nuns
Brunettes or blondes
Slim or round
You are on the world map
To please everyone
Life flies away
And when we panic
Alas, it is too late
To bite one's handkerchief

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