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Vous comprenez pourquoi Ce blues tres lent, Ce blues tres triste, Il vient du piano Pas du pianiste. C'est moi l'instrument C'est lui l'artiste. Pauvre piano Pauvre pianiste
Don't tempt me, baby I got a good thing going at home Too much to lose if I don't leave it alone But don't tempt me, baby You got my heart locked out
I remember when, ooh, I met you I let you say what was on your mind My mind weren't weak Two young lovers, yes baby, it was you and me You sang a sweet
Your old man got mad when I told him we were leaving He cursed and he raged and he swore at the ceilin' He called you his child, said honey, get wise
Walk a mile in my tennis shoes Tina Turner gave me the highway blues But I don't love nobody but you, honey I'm true rat for the things I done Second
I was sitting in the classroom trying to look intelligent In case the teacher looked at me She was long and she was lean, she's a middle-aged dream And
You wore a little cross Of gold around your neck I saw it as you flew between my reason Like a raven in the night time when you left I wear a chain upon
