From time to time you become an artist
Leaving an impressionist painting
Under the duvet
Every month with your watercolor
You paint shreds of plums
What are they going to give even the mattress
Every month a detergent
The intermittent art is stolen
Of your belly and its creation
If it is natural when you are a lady
May you paint roses in the bed
Once in a month
Once in a month
The stork commits suicide
And there you are So depressed
Looking for an explanation
Every month
The sky steals your miracle
Time makes a calendar for you
One once in a month new
He comes to remove what he renews
And to place another illusion
From time to time I am invisible
To try as much as possible
Not to promote your bad mood
From time to time there is no one who can stand you
And it is your sin to be distant
And a worse sin is to stay there
And although there is a mandatory recess
And heaven a purgatory is made
I love you more from time to month
From time to month
The stork commits suicide
And there you are You are so depressed
Looking for an explanation
Every month
The sky steals your miracle
Time makes a calendar for you
Once in a month
Your belly rehearses for the cradle
Your mood depends on the moon
And I love you a little more
From time to time
It gives you for taking naps
To your hormones for the holidays
And I'm always the culprit
Every month
There is no clock other than your body's clock
There is no more light than what you give
From time to time

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