Daniel Balavoine les petits lolos

Dolls filled with hydrogen
Rolled like mermaids
Which fly away
Oh oh oh
We can find them at five o'clock
In front of the schools
The Lolita ah...
One of my own
Of a murderous softness
Woven with tangerine
And words that slip through the end of her voice
There are divine ones
But the one who is there for me
She is truly the most divine
She always has thoughts
So fine
That I'm afraid of suffocating her in my arms
She's so cuddly
That we have to respect her body
Trà ¨s strong
She is so divine
We can imagine everything
But you must not touch
Her little tits
Pretty tits
Lovers loved ©es
Magnet compasses
The Lolita
Oh oh oh
The taste of her tears
Made on me
The effect of alcohol
My Lolita ah
And often
Her discomfort leaves me KO
I love her, I get under my skin
So strong that we see it on the photo
There are some divine ones
But the one who is there for me
She's really the most divine
She always has thoughts
So fine
br/>That I'm afraid of suffocating her in my arms
She's so cuddly
That we have to respect her body
Very strong
She is so divine
We can imagine everything
But you must not touch
Her little tits
Pretty tits