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When she was little
In the evening she went
To Saint'-Marguerite
Where she sobered up:
Now that she's grown up
She walks in the evening
With those of the gang
From Richard-Lenoir
To the Bastille
We like it
Nini-Peau-d 'dog:
She is so good and so kind!
We like it
Nini-Peau-d'chien,
At the Bastille
She has the skin soft,
With freckles,
With the smell of redhead
Which gives you a shiver,
And from her pupils,
With green-of-green tones gray,
Love sparkles
In her mouse eyes.
At the Bastille
We like it
Nini-Peau-d'chien:
She is so good and so kind!
We like it
Nini-Peau-d'chien,
At the bastille
When the sun shines
In his red hair,
The genius of the Bastille
Makes his eyes gentle,
And when he walks,
At the end of the Arsenal
The whole neighborhood comes together
At the corner of the Canal.
At the Bastille
We like it
Nini-Peau-d' dog:
She is so good and so kind!
We like it
Nini-Peau-d'chien,
At the Bastille