How many cares one loses when one decide
Not to be something but to be someone
Just look for the woman in the dress
If there's no woman, well, there's no dress at all
There is time for work and time for love
That leaves no other time, no other time, no other time at all
Jump out the window if you are in passion
Flee it if you feel it, oh
Jump out the window if you are in passion
Flee it if you feel it, oh
When men like me talk bad about all the girls
It often means they were burned by one
Fashion fades, only style remain the same
The most brave act is still to think for yourself aloud, aloud
There is time for work and time for love
That leaves no other time, no other time, no other time at all
Jump out the window if you are in passion
Flee it if you feel it, oh
Jump out the window if you are in passion
Flee it if you feel it, oh
Time for work
Time for love
Time for work
Time for love
Time for love
That leaves no other time, no other time, no other time at all
At all, at all
No other time at all
At all, at all

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