I have a problem with beautiful girls
They fascinate me and I can't help but devour them with my eyes
As soon as I come across one at a party
I feel my tongue wriggling like a fish in its bowl
Blonde bombshell, stern or firefighter
Let me be the pastry under the bare fingers of the baker
And the little brunettes, I know that under their airs
Of innocent little girls hide culinary talents

Play, play with them
Let them put their mouths on mine
I wouldn't want to hurt them
Because deep down I'm not sure

Boys or girls, I say yes
But I might be becoming fashionable
I see my desires widening
I don't have enough with men
Maybe I'm in denial
I'm lost by the codes
But I feel my lips moisten every time I see a good girl

I have a problem with all this
The love of others goes beyond the limits with me
And, I shouldn't have taken ecstasy (no)
I wanted to kiss everyone except my guy
Maybe I identify with all these dolls
Maybe I would like to look like them
Maybe to avoid being jealous, I try to catch them
Maybe my female ego is a bit confused

Play, play with them
Let them put their mouths on mine
I wouldn't want to hurt them
Because deep down I'm not sure

Boys or girls, I say yes
But I might be becoming fashionable
I see my desires widening
I don't have enough with men
Maybe I'm in denial
I'm lost by the codes
But I feel my lips moisten every time I see a good girl

When they offer me their mouths, I accept the gift
But I've never ventured below the belt
In front of guys, I'm bored, I instinctively flirt
But in front of girls I lose my means and I become immature
In solo session when I think about her
I can't choose, Claude is right they are all beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Speaking their language, it makes me short of breath
It's more effective than all the miserable copulations

Boys or girls, I say yes
But I might be becoming fashionable
I see my desires widening
I don't have enough with men
Maybe I'm in denial
I'm lost by the codes
But I feel my lips moisten every time I see a good girl

I'm lost by the codes

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