Juvet Patrick
Paris By Night Iso
Where are the women?
They wear a black jacket
They smoke cigars
Sometimes have a child
By chance
And as soon as evening comes
They run into nothingness
Towards temporary pleasures
Where are the women?
With their gestures full of charm
Tell me where the women are
Women, Women, Women, Women,
Where are the women?
Who have laughter full of tears
Have they lost their flame
br/>Flame, Flame, Flame, Flame,
Where are the women?
They no longer talk about love
They wear short hair
And prefer motorcycles to birds
They have in their eyes
Something of a robot
Which astonishes even the mirrors
Where are the women
Who we kiss and then who paw at them
br/>Tell me, where are the women
Women, Women, Women, Women,
Where are the women?
Who have these funny waves in their souls
That we caress and then they hover
Soar, Soar, Soar, Soar,
Where are the women?
Where are the women?
Who live at the end of the telegrams
Tell me, where are the women
Women, Women, Women, Women,
Where are the women?
At the same time so beautiful and so pale
With eyes that hanging around and loitering
Flanent, Flanent, Flanent, Flanent,
Where are the women?
With their gestures full of charm
Tell me where are the women
Women, Women, Women, Women,
Where are the women?
Who have laughter full of tears
Have they lost their flame
Flame, Flame, Flame, Flame,
Where are the women?

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