The light streams
Behind the curtain
A path of watercress
Says it's going to be nice
But I don't really care
Things from the street
There's some caresses
Hot croissants
Tea with love and candied fruit
Give me another glass of water
Tell me about your dreams
To taste
On one end of the dreams
Along your neck
The sun is drawn
On your salty skin
Draw me a bee
That I will kill you
Noon honking
On the Macadame
The bistros are buzzing
The elevator is blaring
But I don't really care
Things from the street
Give me instead
One soap that foams
I'll be the animal
Caught off guard
If you do me
Things so sweet
Tell me stories Students
Crazy stories
On the tips of your lips
Tell me everything
The sun is drawn
On your salty skin
Draw me a bee
Let me spoil you
The day that turns gray
The hours that fade
You need to call
You State of mind
But I don't really care
Things in your life
Your date
That you don't you haven't taken
Of your Wednesdays
Which are well filled
And of your mobile
Which has no more battery
Tell me about your dreams
Crazy stories
If the day breaks
Tell him we don't care
The sun is drawn
On your salty skin
Draw me a bee
Let me loot you

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