I have known lots of girls
Lots of boys too,
But when I met Camille
Ah what trouble in my life!
Camille is not very girlish,
Not very boyish either,
How to explain Camille
To those who have never seen him?
Camille is quite special
He or her, I don't know anymore,
Looks like a tonsil
With split ends.
Some would find it atrocious
Her corpus cava almost everywhere
Where there should be bumps ,
In Camille there are holes!
Gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia
gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia!
How to describe Camille
What has no ass, no breasts, no back?
It looks like a caterpillar
Or a Picasso drawing
It's like a small intestine
With a head in the middle,
A big isosceles triangle
Yellow and viscous bloated!
Every night with Camille,
I fly to the skies,
I suffocate and fall apart,
I'm high, I'm happy.
It's truly the apotheosis
Of the pleasures of love,
But the best of things
Can't last forever!
br/>Gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia
gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia gnia!
When the first sun shines,
Coming to put an end
To the strange ceremonial
Of my happiness with Camille,
When the dawn evicts
The night of my nuptial happiness,
I take Camille with pliers,
And put her back in her jar!
I take Camille with tongs,
And put her back in her jar!
In her jar....

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