Love's Roundabout
((French Version: La Ronde De L'amour (by Peter Wyngarde) - 1950))
Composer(s): Louis Ducreux - Oscar Straus - Harold Purcell
Performer(s): Anton Walbrook - 1951



Round and round forever and ever
We're riding on love's roundabout
Rich or poor or foolish or clever
Round we must go, year in, year out
Tinker, tailor, soldier or sailor
Dream as the world goes riding by
Turn the pages back through the ages
What are their names? Just you and I
You're the one I want to be nearest
Never to lose or be without
Side by side, my darling, my dearest
Gaily we ride love's roundabout

Round and round we'll go
Rich or poor
De-de-de-de-de-de-de-de
Tinker, tailor, Soldier or sailor
Dream as the world goes riding by
Turn the pages back through the ages
What are their names? Just you and I
You're the one I want to be nearest
Never to lose or be without
Side by side, my darling, my dearest
Gaily we ride love's roundabout

Bachelor Boy
((Dutch Versions:
Trouwen, M'n Zoon, Moet Je Zeker Niet Doen (Paul Severs) - 1995; Een Vrouw Naar M'n Hart (Luc Steeno) - 2002))
Composer(s): Cliff Richard - Bruce Welch
First release: Cliff Richard & The Shadows - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



When I was young my father said
'Son I have something to say'
And what he told me I'll never forget
Until my dying days

He said son you are a bachelor boy
And that's the way to stay
Son you'll be a bachelor boy
Until your dying days

When I was 16 I fell in love
With a girl as sweet as can be
But I remembered just in time 
What my daddy said to me

He said son you are a bachelor boy
And that's the way to stay
Son you'll be a bachelor boy
Until your dying days

As time goes by I probably will
Meet a girl and fall in love
Then I'll get married have a wife and a child
And they'll be my turtle doves

But until then I'll be a bachelor boy
And that's the way I'll stay 
Happy to be a bachelor boy
Until my dying days

La Romance De La Pluie
Composer(s): A. Hornez - Jack Stern - J. Meskiel
Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier; Georges Brassens



J'adore entendre le gai flic-flac
Le son joyeux de la goutte d'eau
Qui tombe et qui claqu'
Ce clapotis qu'en pizzicato
Font les petit's flaqu's
C'est la romance de la pluie...

Si quand il pleut mon cour fait tic-tac
C'est que le jour où je t'ai connu
L'eau tombait en vrac
Aussi depuis j'ai mieux retenu
Qu'un air d'Offenbach
Cette romance de la pluie...

Quand elle nous arrose
La rose fleurit
Donc, moi je suppose
Qu'elle fait s'épanouir notre amour aussi

Voilà pourquoi j'aime le flic-clac
Le son joyeux de la goutte d'eau
Qui tombe et qui claqu'
Puisque mon cour fait comme un duo
Avec le tic-tac
De la romance de la pluie...

Babysittin' Boogie
Composer(s): Johnny Parker
Performer(s): Buzz Clifford



(Gggggggggggggggg da da da-da-da-da!)

My girl baby sits for someone on her block
Then I come up to join her and we start to rock
The baby hears the beat and man it is a shock
When he goes (ggggggggggggg-ggggggggggggg)

A rockin type a boogie is the kind a song
That makes this little baby wanna sing along
And though he maybe gets the tune a little wrong
He still goes ('boogie-on-na-day)

He isn't too young to really feel the beat
I say he rocks back and forth in his little seat
He claps both his hands and he taps his feet
And he sings (doo-doo-da-da-da-da-da)

He is a hully gully bouncin' baby boy
You know the record player is his favorite toy
And don't forget he's eveybody's pride and joy
When he goes (aah-ooo-ah-he-he)

Ye-e-e-a-ah

(Bal-a-ber-bal-a-ba-ba)

I know there isn't anyone to take a bet
But surely he's the youngest teenager yet
And probably the hippist of the diaper set
Cause he goes (go man, I like that!)

He strolls in his stroller with the radio on
He doesn't go to sleep until the musics gone
He imitates the singer in the group (With a low-down voice)
(Low down, a-dug-a)

And when it's time to tuck him in his little bed
With all that music runnin' through his sleepy head
The little fella doesn't say goodnight, instead, he says
(Boog-ooo, boog-ooo, boog-ooo, aaaaaaaaaaallllllllllll gone!)

La Rivière
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Maurice Vidalin
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



T'as pas lavé tes mains
Qu'est-ce que t'as, t'as pas faim?
T'as pas embrassé ta mère, t'as pas salué ton père
Dis à ton frère qu'il arrête de faire couler tant d'eau

On peut toujours causer
On peut toujours d'mander
T'écoutes pas, ne réponds pas ou bien réponds comm' ça à côté
Toujours la tête de l'aut' côté

De l'aut' côté 
De l'aut' côté
De l'aut' côté
D'la rivière

T'as pas fini d'souper
T'as l'feu à tes souliers?
Bon tu sors, mets au moins ton manteau, pis' cout'moi
ça saign'ra si tu vas regarder d'l'aut' côté

De l'aut' côté 
De l'aut' côté
De l'aut' côté
D'la rivière

Y a des moments, vraiment
Où j'le frapperais, c't'enfant
Il s'lèv' matin, travaille, ramène sa paye
Pas d'femell', pas d'alcool, mais cet' Bon Dieu d'idée de passer

De l'aut' côté 
De l'aut' côté
De l'aut' côté
D'la rivière

À c'qu'il croit, y a que des sam'dis là-bas
C'qu'il croit, y a des maisons bleues là-bas
Et puis p'têt' la fill' du roi qu'attend
Qu'attend quoi?
À c'qui croit, on est des lourdauds chez nous
C'qu'il croit, on rêve en sabots chez nous
Et puis qu'il est trop Monsieur pour nous, et puis...

Je me fais du souci
J'ai eu quinze ans aussi
Et j'y ai bu aussi à cet' Bon Dieu d'rivière
Qu'en a tellement bouffé des p'tits gars
Qu'ont voulu traverser... traverser...

La mère, on va s'coucher
Ou, p'têt' un p'tit café
Car commm' j'te vois v'nir toi
Je sais que tu vas pleurnailler tant qu'il s'ra pas là-haut
à dormir tranquille.

N'empêch' qu'un soir, s'en ira
C'est comm' ça, c'est mon fils
Il pass'ra là où j'aurais dû passer

De l'aut' côté, du bon côté
De son côté d'la rivière

Babysitter
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



When I rearrange the pieces of the puzzle of my past
I sigh at the heartaches, relive the laughs
And I think about the moments that have left their mark
And the too few faces that shine a little light in the dark

If you don't mind I'm gonna tell you a story
And I think that it won't bore you
For it's a tale that I've never told
To anyone before you-- `cause it's for you

The sun of sixteen summers had put halos in your hair
If anything was in my head, twelve winters put it there
A dollar an hour is what Mama paid you to come and mind her kids
But no one could really pay you enough for what you really did

Many happy things keep happening
On my journey through this world
And in many ways, that I will never understand
I was much too late 
To be the first to make you a woman
But you were the one
Who made my mother's son a man

You know I used to read myself to sleep when I went to bed
I guess I was a dreamer then who lived inside my head
But the nights that you came you talked of things, I found I had a friend
You brought my fears of people to a sure and gentle end

Many happy things keep happening
On my journey through this world
And in many ways, that I will never understand
I was much too late 
To be the first to make you a woman
But you were the one
Who made my mother's son a man

Do you remember the night when you turned out the light
And said to me: "Please hold me"
I did not know which way to go
So I did just what you told me "Please hold me"

When I think about you now it's not that my memory fails
There's just no need for graphic telling of all the details
Let's just say you taught me something that brought me from my shell
You gave to me that first sweet taste of the heaven here in this hell

Many happy things keep happening
On my journey through this world
And in many ways, that I will never understand
I was much too late 
To be the first to make you a woman
But you were the one
Who made my mother's son a man

La Resurrección
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Con polvo del Arauco
con piedra del Azteca
con sangre del esclavo
es la resurrección
Que enciende mariposas
y las arroja al viento
que da al volcán su coca
y al trueno su canción
El sol ha sido izado
por sus primeros sueños
que aullan despertando
por la convocación

El polvo con el polvo
la piedra con la piedra
se juntan como rostros
y surge la ciudad
La antigua cordillera
dibuja el sortilegio
y al viento va afilando
cantando libertad
Retornan los guerreros
al grito de la tierra
de nuevo la leyenda
se hace realidad

El polvo sin mentiras
de piedras con entrañas
sabiendo que la vida
es dura como es
Los muertos no equivocan
su cita con el alba
los muertos tienen bocas
y corazón y pies
Los muertos han llegado
el tiempo los convoca
los muertos son estrellas
que no tienen revés

Baby's Request
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
Performer(s): Paul McCartney & Wings



When the moon lays his head on a pillow
And the stars settle down for a rest
Just do me one small favour, I beg you
Please play me my baby's request
It's the song that we heard when we started
Now the birds have all flown from our nest
But you could bring back mem'ries departed
By playing my baby's request
My baby said that she knows how it goes
But you're the one who really knows
So go ahead, just one more time and then we'll go to bed
But you could bring back mem'ries departed
By playing my baby's request
My baby says she knows how it goes but you're the one that really knows
So go ahead, just one more time and then we'll go to bed
When the moon lays his head on a pillow
And the star settles down for a rest
Just do me one small favour, I beg you
Please play me baby's request
Mh-hm, play me baby's request
Please! play me my baby's request -- one more time

La Réligieuse
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Maxime le Forestier



Tous les cœurs se rallient à sa blanche cornette
Si le chrétien succombe à son charme insidieux
Le païen le plus sûr, l'athé' le plus honnête
Se laisseraient aller parfois à croire en Dieu
Et les enfants de chœur font tinter leur sonnette...

Il paraît que, dessous sa cornette fatale
Qu'elle arbore à la messe avec tant de rigueur
Cette petite sœur cache, c'est un scandale!
Une queu' de cheval et des accroche-cœurs
Et les enfants de chœur s'agitent dans les stalles...

Il paraît que, dessous son gros habit de bure
Elle porte coquettement des bas de soi'
Festons, frivolités, fanfreluches, guipures
Enfin tout ce qu'il faut pour que le diable y soit
Et les enfants de chœur ont des pensées impures...

Il paraît que le soir, en voici bien d'une autre!
À l'heure où ses consœurs sont sagement couché's
Ou débitent pieusement des patenôtres
Elle se déshabille devant sa psyché
Et les enfants de chœur ont la fièvre, les pauvres...

Il paraît qu'à loisir elle se mire nue
De face, de profil, et même, hélas! de dos
Après avoir, sans gêne, accroché sa tenue
Aux branches de la croix comme au portemanteau
Chez les enfants de chœur le malin s'insinue...

Il paraît que, levant au ciel un œil complice
Ell' dit: "Bravo, Seigneur, c'est du joli travail!"
Puis qu'elle ajoute avec encor plus de malice 
"La cambrure des reins, ça, c'est une trouvaille!"
Et les enfants de chœur souffrent un vrai supplice...

Il paraît qu'à minuit, bonne mère, c'est pire 
On entend se mêler, dans d'étranges accords
La voix énamouré' des anges qui soupirent
Et celle de la sœur criant "Encor! Encor!"
Et les enfants de chœur, les malheureux, transpirent...

Et monsieur le curé, que ces bruits turlupinent
Se dit avec raison que le brave Jésus
Avec sa tête, hélas! déjà chargé' d'épines
N'a certes pas besoin d'autre chose dessus
Et les enfants de chœur, branlant du chef, opinent...

Tout ça, c'est des faux bruits, des ragots, des sornettes
De basses calomni's par Satan répandu's
Pas plus d'accroche-cœurs sous la blanche cornette
Que de queu' de cheval, mais un crâne tondu
Et les enfants de chœur en font, une binette...

Pas de troubles penchants dans ce cœur rigoriste
Sous cet austère habit pas de rubans suspects
On ne verra jamais la corne au front du Christ
Le veinard sur sa croix peut s'endormir en paix
Et les enfants de chœur se masturber, tout tristes...

Baby's In Black
((Dutch Version: Wat Mot Ik Doen (by Normaal) - 1996))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh dear, what can I do
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue
Tell me, oh, what can I do
She thinks of him
and so she dressed in black
And though he'll never come back
she's dressed in black
Oh, dear, what can I do
baby's in black and I'm feeling blue
Tell me oh, what can I do?
I think of her
but she thinks only of him
And though it's only a whim
she thinks of him
Oh, how long will it take
till she sees the mistake she has made?
Dear, what can I do
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue
Tell me oh, what can I do
She thinks of him
and so she dresses in black
And though he'll never come back
she's dressed in black
Oh, dear what can I do
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue
Tell me oh, what can I do?

La Regina Dell'ultimo Tango
Composer(s): Andre Amati - Paolo Amati
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi



Canto stasera
Canto e sei sola
Canto e ho nel cuore voglia di te
Canto e il rumore
Un po'se ne va
Da questa stravolta e sorda città

Settimo piano
Settimo cielo
Senza ascensore senza l'altare
Ti voglio qui
Ti voglio guardare
Voglio sentimi dentro di te

Canta che canto con te
Solo e soltanto con te

Amami come in quel mitico film
Io sono Brando e tu sei la regina dell'ultimo tango
Amami soli e più spinti che mai
Io sono il sole e tu ombra non puoi più scappare lo sai

Ballo che ballo con te
Solo e soltanto con te

Amami come in quel mitico film
Io sono Brando e tu sei la regina dell'ultimo tanto
Ammami soli e più spinti che mai
Io sono il sole e tu ombra non puoi più scappare lo sai

Baby's House
Composer(s): Nicky Hopkins - Steve Miller
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band



Inside her silver house, alone
She sings a song
Of water turned to sand
She waits, her time is her own
Inside her looking glass
Black is the color she sees
While waiting for the sun
She lives, so patiently
Young man travelling along
Passes by a window
Singing a song
Feel the wind blow
As my blood flows
Through the shadows
Of my soul, today
See the rainbows
As my love grows
My heart knows
What my mind won't say
The living is easy
I'm born to be free
The living is easy
There's no reason to explain
Sitting in her sitting room, patiently
She waits for a change, suddenly
Oh, the changes come
Hearing a song, her blood begins to flow
She no longer is alone
Lying in her sitting room, silently
He touches her hand, joyfully
And so love has begun
With joy in her heart
She receives his flowing soul
And love grows
And it grows
And it grows
Inside her purple house
Oh Lord, filled by her man
A child begins to grow
Oh Lord, who can understand

La Récréation 
((Adapted from: Love Is Like A Butterfly (by Dolly Parton) - 1974))
Composer(s): Dolly Parton - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1976

Versions In Other Languages:
1977 - Glück Ist Wie Ein Schmetterling (by Nana Mouskouri)
1998 - Bloem En Bij (by Mieke)



C'est la récréation
Rangez les livres et les crayons
Sortez les billes et les ballons
C'est la récréation

Finis les règles et les plumiers
Plus de dernier ni de premier
On est selon sa valeur
Gendarme ou bien voleur

On n'est plus payé en bons points
Mais faut savoir jouer des poings
Quand un grand de neuf ans et demi
Devient notre ennemi

On ne doit plus marcher en rangs
On fait ce qu'on veut comme les parents
C'est un peu une répétition
C'est la récréation

C'est la récréation
Rangez les livres et les crayons
Sortez les billes et les ballons
C'est la récréation

Les filles tracent des marelles
En bas la terre, en haut le ciel
Déjà dur d'y arriver
En poussant un pavé

Déjà les filles à la vanille
Sont plus coquettes que gentilles
Déjà les gars en chocolat
Se gonflent un peu les bras

On fait ce que l'on a envie
On fait ce qu'on n'a pas appris
C'est le début des illusions
C'est la récréation

C'est la récréation
Rangez les livres et les crayons
Sortez les billes et les ballons
C'est la récréation

Et puis un jour, l'enfance qui
Semblait un jouet bien acquis
Crève comme un gros ballon
À la récréation

Crève comme un gros ballon
À la récréation

Baby's Gotten Good At Goodbye
Composer(s): Tony Martin - Troy Martin
Performer(s): George Strait



What a rotten day this turned out to be
I still can't believe she'd leave so easily
She just got all her things, threw `em into a pile
Then she loaded her car and said after a while
She'd done this before, but this time she didn't cry
That's why I'm sittin' on the front steps
Staring down the road, wond'rin' if she'll come back
This time I don't know
After she packed, when she looked back
There were no tears in her eyes
And that's got me worried thinking
Maybe my baby's gotten good at goodbye
All the times before she'd break down and cry
She'd make her threats, but her heart wasn't set on goodbye
She just wanted me to hear what she had to say
Now I'm lost for words, since she went away
She may not return for this time she didn't cry
That's why I'm sittin' on the front steps
Staring down the road, wond'rin' if she'll come back
This time I don't know
After she packed, when she looked back
There were no tears in her eyes
And that's got me worried thinking
Maybe my baby's gotten good at goodbye

Love Is Like A Butterfly
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
First release by: Dolly Parton - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1976 - La Récréation (by Nana Mouskouri)
1977 - Glück Ist Wie Ein Schmetterling (by Nana Mouskouri)
1998 - Bloem En Bij (by Mieke)



Love is like a butterfly 
As soft and gentle as a sigh 
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings 
Love makes your heart feel strange inside 
It flutters like soft wings in flight 
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing 
I feel it when you're with me 
It happens when you kiss me 
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside 
Your touch is soft and gentle 
Your kiss is warm and tender 
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies 

Love is like a butterfly 
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings 
Love makes your heart feel strange inside 
It flutters like soft wings in flight 
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing 

Your laughter brings me sunshine 
Everyday is spring time 
And I am only happy when you are by my side 
How precious is this love we share 
How very precious, sweet and rare 
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies 

Love is like a butterfly 
As soft and gentle as a sigh 
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings 
Love makes your heart feel strange inside 
It flutters like soft wings in flight 
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing 

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On
Composer(s): Bob McDill
Performer(s): Mel McDaniel; Sammy Kershaw



Down on the corner, by the traffic light
Everbody's lookin' as she goes by
They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone...
Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on

Up by the bus stop, and across the street
Open their windows, to take a peek
While she goes walkin', rockin' like a rollin' stone...
Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene
It just comes natur'lly....
(No the girl can't help it)

Well up on main street, by the taxi stand
There's a crowd of people, and a traffic jam
She don't look back, she ain't doin' nothin' wrong...
Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene
It just comes natur'lly....
(No the girl can't help it)

Down on the corner, by the traffic light
Everbody's lookin' as she goes by
They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone...
Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans onLet's get away, you say, find a better place
Miles and miles away from the city's race
Look around for someone lying in the sunshine
Marking time, hear the sighs, close your eyes...

Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...

Stepping from cloud to cloud passing years of light
Visit the frosty stars in the backward flight
Star becomes a vision, never mind the meaning
Hidden there, moving fast, it won't last...

Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...

Time passes all too soon, how it rushes by
Now a thousand moons are about to die
No time to reflect on what the time was spent on
Nothing left, far away, dreamers fade

Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...

Strange visions pass me by, winging sweetly close inside 
O-ver the wa-ter, ah....

Swirling, the waters rise up above my head
Gone are the curling mists how they all have fled
Look, the door is open, step into the space
Provided there

Da do da, da, do da...
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da ...

Bloem En Bij
((Adapted from: Love Is Like A Butterfly (by Dolly Parton) - 1974))
Composer(s): Dolly Parton - Mary Boduin
Performer(s): Mieke - 1998

Versions In Other Languages:
1976 - La Récréation (by Nana Mouskouri)
1977 - Glück Ist Wie Ein Schmetterling (by Nana Mouskouri)



Mijn liefde is zo licht
zo zacht en zoet ja, als een zucht
ik dompel haar in nectar fijn
zo moet liefde zijn

Want liefde hoeft niet zwaar te zijn
benauwend als een boemeltrein
laat haar vliegen als een bij
laat de liefde vrij

‘k ben bij je en ik voel het
zo zwevend licht, bedoel ik
zo zeldzaam zo te leven
wat angstig tegelijk

Als ik jou even aanraak
maak jij op mij geen aanspraak
ik mag mezelf dus blijven
dat maakt ons extra rijk

onze liefde is zo licht
ik dompel haar in nectarfijn
zo moet liefde zijn

Want liefde hoeft niet zwaar te zijn
benauwend als een boemeltrein
laat haar vliegen als een bij
laat je liefde vrij

Jij geeft mijn liefde leven
daardoor kan ik zweven
daardoor horen wij beiden
als bij en bloem bijeen
wat kostbaar hoe we samen zijn
‘t is als een eeuwenoud geheim
daarom horen wij beiden
als bij en bloem bijeen

Mijn liefde is zo licht
zo zacht en zoet ja, als een zucht
ik dompel haar in nectar fijn
zo moet liefde zijn

Want liefde hoeft niet zwaar te zijn
benauwend als een boemeltrein
laat haar vliegen al een bij
laat de liefde vrij
laat haar vliegen als een bij
ja, laat de liefde vrij

Baby's Got A Hold On Me
Composer(s): Bob Carpenter - Jeff Hanna - Josh Leo
Performer(s): The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band



Sittin' on the front porch, tryin' to keep still
Date is workin' fine, I got a $50 bill
Pretty blue eyes & it isn't hard to see
My baby's got a hold on me

Long blond hair down the middle of her back
She got the keys to her Daddy's Cadillac
Got every little thing that I'm ever gonna need
Baby's got a hold on me

Got a hold on
Got a hold on me
Got a hold on
Baby's got a hold on me

We got a full tank of gas, lookin' for a thrill
3-day weekend, a lot of time to kill
Put the top down but we're never gonna freeze
'Cause baby's got a hold on me

Got a hold on
Got a hold on me
Got a hold on
Baby's got a hold on me

Hold on!

There's a full moon shinin' on a Carolina night
5 o'clock girl 'cross the interstate line
Gotta catch her waitin' and that's how it's gonna be
'Cause baby's got a hold on me

Got a hold on
Got a hold on me
Got a hold on
Baby's got a hold on me

Got a hold on
Got a hold on me
Got a hold on
Baby's got a hold on me

Baby's got a hold on me
Baby's got a hold on me
Hold on, baby's got a hold on me
Hold on, hold on
Baby's got a hold on me
Hold on, ooo hold on
Baby's got a hold on me
Hold on, hold on
Baby's got a hold on me
Hold on ... 

La Recette De L'amour Fou
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
and multiple other artists



Dans un boudoir introduisez un cœur bien tendre
Sur canapé laissez s'asseoir et se détendre
Versez une larme de porto
Et puis mettez-vous au piano
Jouez Chopin
Avec dédain
Égrenez vos accords
Et s'il s'endort
Alors là, jetez-le dehors

Le second soir faites revenir ce cœur bien tendre
Faites mijoter trois bons quarts d'heure à vous attendre
Et s'il n'est pas encore parti
Soyez-en sûr c'est qu'il est cuit
Sans vous trahir
Laissez frémir
Faites attendre encore
Et s'il s'endort
Alors là, jetez-le dehors

Le lendemain il ne tient qu'à vous d'être tendre
Tamisez toutes les lumières et sans attendre
Jouez la farce du grand amour
Dites "jamais" dites "toujours"
Et consommez
Sur canapé
Mais après les transports
Ah ! s'il s'endort
Alors là, foutez-le dehors

Baby's Callin' Me Home
Composer(s): Boz Scaggs
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band
and multiple other artists



Baby's callin' me home
She keeps on callin' me home
Hate to see her cryin'
My baby knows I'm dyin'
But she keeps on callin' me home

Baby knows I've been wrong
But she keeps on callin' me home
Hate to see her cryin'
My baby knows I'm dyin'
When she keeps on callin' me home

Baby's callin' me home
She keeps on callin' me home
Hate to see her cryin'
My baby knows I'm dyin'
When she keeps on callin' me home
My baby's callin' me home
Mmmmm
My baby's callin' me home