� I feel you quite explicit I'm on your way, I'm on your way I look at you wrinkled like cooking I annoy you but you love it, it's exhausting Give me your smile, the most distant It's him who makes me understand that I went too far You know which one I'm talking about when I tell you that we can only see each other tomorrow You know it's this one too that you'll do if I don't answer tomorrow I hold the pump not tomorrow I manage for the plants, I have a gin not the hand I manage for the plant, I have the account in my hands I manage for the plant, I have a gin not the hand I manage for the plant, I have the account in my hands I scratch the calendar but I promise you nothing I have the talent to shine but I promise you nothing But it promises And I told myself for ten seconds it was you You told me, I told myself but To make beef ready to do the trot In the end I know you're not Jimmy I know it but they don't all know it You love it when I'm intimate I love it, I love it You love all my gimmicks I love it, I love it You love all these big deals There's fault but you simulated Penalty, I shoot it Penalty, I shoot it You have the taste in your mouth, acidulé Acidulé And the tongue you shoot You love me without lying That I tell you that I shoot I tell you I'm nice But it's not possible If things are annoying I go to the next I go to the next I go to the next We see each other alone for a while For a while, yeah We say goodbye before and after the show Go to the shower It's for the prudence of the smell We can do it until dawn And you can even bring it I feel quite explicit to you I feel quite explicit to you I feel quite explicit to you I feel quite explicit to you I feel quite explicit to you