Life is not paste paper
We are not supposed to control everything
Draw in dotted lines
The silhouette of your well- loved
But from time to time
We would nevertheless like
To be, at all times
One hundred percent happy with your lover
Two in one, my man
My love
My lifelong troubles
Siamese enemies, in short
My man, my love
My lifelong troubles
Dualists like no other
Love is our little lottery
We play, we take a new friend
If men were games of chance
What we sell it in all tobacco bars
All we would need to do is
Provided with a suitable object
To scratch the like to be fixed ©
Two in one, my man
My love
My lifelong troubles
Siamese enemies, in short
My man
My love
My always troubles
Dualists like no other
Very often, people unfortunately
When we scratch them, they are not happy
They don't want to give up their epidermis
To human curiosity
Of the other lover
Who would want, fearful
Compressing his heart
To know if he has won happiness
Two in one, my man
My love
My lifelong troubles
Siamese enemies, in short
My man
My love
My always troubles
Dualists like no other