Hounds of love
Come'on baby, fais-moi une chanson
R¨¦ponds au moins au t¨¦l¨¦phone
Je sais bien que ton occupation
Pr¨¦f¨¦r¨¦e... c'est d'avoir du fun
(Come'on baby, write me a song
At least answer the telephone
I know well your occupation
Favorite...it's to have fun)
Mais moi j'ai besoin de ma chanson
Toutes mes lignes de t¨¦l¨¦phones sonnent
J'suis book¨¦e ¨¤ la t¨¦l¨¦vision
Da
R¨¦ponds au moins au t¨¦l¨¦phone
Je sais bien que ton occupation
Pr¨¦f¨¦r¨¦e... c'est d'avoir du fun
(Come'on baby, write me a song
At least answer the telephone
I know well your occupation
Favorite...it's to have fun)
Mais moi j'ai besoin de ma chanson
Toutes mes lignes de t¨¦l¨¦phones sonnent
J'suis book¨¦e ¨¤ la t¨¦l¨¦vision
Da
I Watch the Cars
In the spiritual Kingdom of Love,
you are the one that I am dreaming of,
In the spiritual Kingdom of Love,
you've been laying eggs under my skin,
now they're hatching out under my chin,
Now there's tiny insects showing through,
and all them tiny insects look like you.
In the spiritual Kingdom of Love,
It's funny what you're capable of.
In the spiritual Kingdom of Love,
The look way you look and all the things you say,
if looks could kill then baby I'd be dead.
Either someone's cloned you and you aren't,
or you grow out of me just like an arm.