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Bài hát Mme Pavoshko - Black M. Intro. Ce son est une dédicace à madame Pavoshko. Vous vous souvenez ? Monsieur Diallo. Refrain. Hi, madame Pavoshko, non. J'suis pas en prison ou à l'hosto', non
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bouteille, la journée dans les bouchons. Depuis quand je suis dans les pompes de Monsieur Tout-le-monde?. La ville dans les oreilles, la fumée dans les poumons. Des moutons, des moutons, des moutons
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tous mes refrains. À force d'être dans le haram, j'suis un mec de la night. Demande à Monsieur Jack, mieux vaut ne pas m'croiser sur Paname. À force d'être dans le haram, oui, oui, j'démarre au quart de
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, what a time. Ay, Monsieur I'm so live and so world-wide If that's what ya know. Wallace I say yo. Come and talk to me beam me up. When I reach that one do ya wild out, I suppose. I been hot in
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It was a teenage wedding. And the old folks wished them well. You could see that Pierre did truly love. The Mademoiselle. And now the young Monsieur and Madame. Have rung the chapel bell
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. From ten o'clock to ten o' four. Was when we did the show encore Hmm, Frog we've got our doubts. Can you confirm your whereabouts. My alibi is watertight. The audience saw me sing all night Monsieur
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It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well. You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle. And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell "C'est la vie
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It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well. You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle. And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell "C'est la vie
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sit over here, somebody will call. A drink for monsieur, a drink for us all, but how many times, I sat and recall. Are the apple trees, blossoms in the breeze that we walk among,. Lying in the hay
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in France, genius in France) I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree. They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur. Would you take ze picture with me?" I
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vivrai jusqu'а la fin des temps. Je garderais toujours le souvenir content. Du jour de pauvre noce oщ mon pиre et ma mиre. S'allиrent йpouser devant Monsieur le Maire. . C'est dans un char а bњufs
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J'ai ouvert les yeux sur un meubl? Triste. Rue Monsieur Le Prince au Quartier Latin. Dans un milieu de chanteurs et d'artistes. Qu'avaient un pass?, pas de lendemain. Des gens merveilleux un peu
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in France, genius in France) I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree. They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur. Would you take ze picture with me?" I