15 juin 2012
OXYGENE Ton coeur a des trous, Mais tu respires
OXYGENE Ton coeur a des trous, Mais tu respires toujours, Mon amour abat-jour. Tu es belle au lever du jour, Mais il y a quelquechose qui cloche. Il fait quoi les mains dans les poches. Il attend sa belle doche, Qui, hélas, est moche, Et têtue comme une...
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