Woensdag 18 maart 2009
Madeleine (Francis Cabrel)
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Madeleine
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Dinsdag 17 maart 2009
Lisa
Lisa
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Lisa nos barques en papier
Dans le grand bassin bleu
Tes premiers pinceaux de noir pour les yeux
Tu disais souvent "on vivra ailleurs"
Je courais me cacher
Quand je voulais que tu pleures
Quelques hommes jouent encore
Comme des enfants cruels
Ce soir Odessa s'endort sous le ciel
Lisa c'est partout les mêmes
Les fumées des avions
T'es juste du mauvais côté de l'horizon
Les seuls trains qui partent
Sont des trains de banlieue
T'as beau tendre tes mains
Y a tout ce vide au milieu
Et tes chansons retombent
Aux pianos des hôtels
Pendant qu'Odessa s'endort sous le ciel
Il me reste le nom que tu portes
J'imagine le son de ta voix
Un beau jour c'est certain tu t'envoleras
Lisa des soldats surveillent
Les camions de courrier
Tes mots en reviennent tout déshabillés...
Quelques hommes jouent encore
Comme des enfants cruels
Sans doute Odessa s'endort sous le ciel
Il me reste le nom que tu portes
J'imagine le son de ta voix
Un beau jour c'est certain tu t'envoleras
Lisa, accrochée aux ailes
Des oiseaux dissidents
Dinsdag 17 maart 2009
Madeira, M'dear
Madeira, M'dear
Composer(s): Michael Flanders; Donald Swann
Performer(s): Flanders & Swann; The Limeliters
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen
He was old, he was vile and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean
He had slyly enveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat
The wine, his cigar and the lamps
"Have some Madeira, m'Dear!
You really have nothing to fear
I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right
You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night
Have some Madeira, m'Dear!
It's so very much nicer than beer
I don't care for sherry and cannot drink stout
And port is a wine I can well do without
It's simply a case of "chacun a son gout"
Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass
And the fate of the maiden who topes
She lowered her standards by raising her glass
Her courage, her eyes and his hopes
She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did
And quietly he filled it again
And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
On the butt of his gold-handled cane
"Have some Madeira, m'Dear!
I've got a small cask of it here
And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep
Do finish it up, it will help you to sleep
Have some Madeira, m'Dear!
It's really an excellent year
Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yes
The evil gin does would be hard to assess
Besides it's inclined to affect my prowess
Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Then there flashed though her mind what her mother had said
With her antepenultimate breath
"Oh my child, should you look at the wine which is red
Be prepared for a fate worse than death!"
She let go her glass with a shrill little cry
Crash! Tinkle! It fell to the floor
When he asked "What in Heaven?", she made no reply
Up her mind, and a dash for the door
"Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Rang out down the hall, loud and clear
A tremulous cry that was filled with despair
As she paused to take breath in the full midnight air
"Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
The words seemed to ring in her ear
Until the next morning, she woke up in bed
With a smile on her lips, an ache in her head
And a beard in her earhole that tickled and said
"Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Maandag 16 maart 2009
Liquor To Like Her
Liquor To Like Her
Composer(s): Tom Hemby - Paul Overstreet
Performer(s): Hank Williams Jr.; Pete Schlegel
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
She wants to tell me where to go
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to eat
And how loud I can chew
She even wants to tell me
What thoughts I oughta think
It used to drive me crazy
Till it drove me to drink
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
Well shes such a pretty thing
You'd think shes heaven sent
She's the quarrelsome kind
Love's an argument
She could yell all day
She can scream all night
I just sit there smilin
As high as a kite
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drinking all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
This drinking buddy of mine
Said he met a girl
Said she was the meanest
Woman in the world
I saw her pretty picture
I said man your poking fun
Then the day I met her
I said pour me one
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
That's why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
You may look down your nose at me
Think I'm an old sorry
Son of a bean
The only way I'm giving up
My drinking glass is if I can
Find a way to get her off my back
Spoken: Your wife's on the phone.
Little brown jug upon my lips
Your saving our love
With every sip
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
Every time I get sober
She drives me out of my mind
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
But when I'm liquored up
Hell I love her
Maandag 16 maart 2009
Made You
Made You
Composer(s): John Barry; Trevor Peacock
Performer(s): Adam Faith
I saw you sitting there so cool
Like you just come home from school
Looking such a pretty sight
Like a stick of dynamite
Sitting on a coffee bar stool
You're a gasser that's a fact and I never can relax until I've made you
I feel such a crazy clown
You're the biggest thing in town
Come on honey isn't fair
Never getting anywhere
How do I melt you down
You're a gasser that's a fact and I never can relax until I've made you
I'm not giving up the chase
I don't want to lose this case
Every time I make a play
Baby you just run away
I never make first basev
You're a gasser that's a fact and I never can relax until I've made you
Zondag 15 maart 2009
Lipstick, Powder And Paint
Lipstick, Powder And Paint
Composer(s): Jesse Stone
First release by: Joe Turner - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
is you is, or is you ain't
There goes my baby up a tree
a-giggling and a wiggling her toes at me
Let me put my glasses on
Haven't had such fun since she's been gone
Lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
is you is, or is you ain't
Hound dog scratching fleas
looking like she's in love with me
Licks my hand everywhere I go
I wish my baby loved me so
Lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
is you is, or is you ain't
Taller than the barnyard, ten feet high
hide me till your man pass by
Don't you sneeze and don't you cough
If you get dusty, I'll brush you off
Lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
is you is, or is you ain't
What kind of love is that you make
the world starts a-trembling and the building shakes
so love me, hug me once again
let the roof and the walls come tumbling in
Lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
is you is, or is you ain't
Lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
lipstick powder and paint
is you is, or is you ain't
Lipstick, powder and paint
Zondag 15 maart 2009
Made In Spain
Made In Spain
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Porque somos unos moros
made in Spain
nos gustan muchos los toros
made in Spain
a España viene el turismo
made in Spain
yo me largo por lo mismo
made in Spain
Ahorre usted, piense en mañana
made in Spain
no te vayas a Alemania
made in Spain
Hacen falta más divisas
made in Spain
menos penas, más sonrísas
sonría por favor
Ya se puede ir al cine
made in Spain
ya no cortan Tom y Jerry
made in Spain
Viva el "plan de desarollo"
made in Spain
es verdad que "no" es un rollo
made in Spain
El pueblo está muy contento
made in Spain
con el fútbol y un "seiscientos"
made in Spain
Ganaremos más pesetas
made in Spain
si vendemos panderetas
made in Spain
Tu piso está pagado
made in Spain
cuando ya estés enterrado
made in Spain
la amiguita enjoyada
made in Spain
Y me gusta el vino tinto
made in Spain
como el rey don Carlos Quinto
made in Spain
Y ésta es una españolada
made in Spain
que no significa nada
made in Spain
Zaterdag 14 maart 2009
Lipstick On Your Collar
Lipstick On Your Collar
Composer(s): George Goehring - Edna Lewis
First release by: Connie Francis - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1959 - Tusind Skøre Tanker (by Grethe & Jørgen Ingmann)
1960 - Rossetto Sul Colletto (by Mina)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you left me all alone at the record hop
Told me you were goin' out for a soda pop
You were gone for quite a while, half an hour or more
You came back and man oh man this is what I saw
Lipstick on you collar told a tale on you
Lipstick on you collar said you were untrue
Bet your bottom dollar you and I are through
Cuz lipstick on you collar told a tale on you, yeah
You said it belonged to me, made me stop and think
Then I noticed yours was red, mine was baby pink
Who walked in but Mary Jane, lipstick all a mess
Were you smoochin' my best friend, if the answer's yes
Lipstick on you collar told a tale on you
Lipstick on you collar said you were untrue
Bet your bottom dollar you and I are through
Cuz lipstick on you collar told a tale on you, boy
Told a tale on you, man
Told a tale on you, yeah
Zaterdag 14 maart 2009
Made In Paris
Made In Paris
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David
Performer(s): Trini Lopez
When there's a moon above
It is something to see how the fellas follow the girls
They're all in search of love
There isn't a lover, who doesn't discover
That if it's made in Paris
You can bet that there is a girl for every boy
Dreams are made in Paris every night
They come true, can't you hear, Paris calling you
The girls are everywhere
The scent of their perfume is meant to go right to your head
So don't just sit and stir
If the fun and the laughter, the good times you're after
Can just be made in Paris
If you don't know how to speak French, she'll understand
Love is made in Paris every night
Rain or shine, go get yours, I've got mine
Find your dream! Find your love!
I've got mine! Go get yours!
If it's made in Paris
If you don't know how to speak French, she'll understand
Love is made in Paris every night
Rain or shine, go get yours, I've got mine
Find your dream! Find your love! I've got mine!
Go get yours!
Vrijdag 13 maart 2009
Lips Of Wine
Lips Of Wine
Composer(s): Shirley Wolfe - Sy Soloway
Performer(s): Andy Williams
I tasted your sweet lips, thrilled to my fingertips
Lips of wine, warm with fire, you are my one desire
Lips of wine, and they are mine
While tropic breezes play, while palm trees gently sway
Lips of wine, come to me, whisper low so tenderly
Lips of wine, and they are mine
Sweet Hawaiian miss, no more will I roam
I must have your kiss and I can't go home
You stole my heart from me, pretty rose of Waikiki
Lips of wine, sweet and rare, tell me you will always care
Lips of wine, and they are mine
(Sweet lips, sweet and tasty lips)
Sweet Hawaiian miss, no more will I roam
I must have your kiss and I can't go home
I tasted you sweet lips (sweet lips, your sweet and tasty lips)
Thrilled to my fingertips (sweet lips, your sweet and tasty lips)
Lips of wine, warm with fire, you are my one desire
Lips of wine (sweet lips) and they are mine (sweet lips of wine)
And they are mine (sweet lips of wine)
Ooh, they are mine (sweet lips of wine)
Vrijdag 13 maart 2009
Made In France
Made In France
Composer(s): Jacques Datin; Maurice Vidalin
Performer(s): France Gall
Le pudding et le shetland
David Bailey, Mary Quant
Jerk and Radio Caroline
"Caroline" no "Caroline"
It's made in England
Accordéon qui balance
Les gauloises et la pétanque
Tour Eiffel et camembert
Et Maurice Chevalier
C'est made in France
Les français les anglais
Peuvent toujours essayer
Ils ne seront jamais
Jamais pareils, pareils, pareils, pareils, pareils
Les beatniks aux cheveux longs
Like the young Napoléon
Les Dollies pas compliquées
Difficult à expliquer
It's made in England
Les guitares romantiques
The sono no terrific
Oh ! My darling I love you
Mon amour, mon amour
C'est made in France
Entre Londres et Calais
Il y a un fossé
Un si petit bateau
Et puis de l'eau, de l'eau, de l'eau, de l'eau, de l'eau
Mini jupes et maxi bottes
Liberty jusqu'à non-stop
Burlington, Julie Christie
And the Salvation army
It's made in England
Le Beaujolais, le pastis
Les British promènent à Nice
Et le tunnel sous la Manche
But the tunnel sous la Manche
C'est made in France
No, made in England
Non, made in France
No, made in England
Non, made in France...
Donderdag 12 maart 2009
L'instant Présent
L'instant Présent
((Italian Version: Questo Momento (by Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
L'instant présent est impalpable
Il est léger insaisissable
Suspendu dans l'air et le temps
Il ne dispose simplement
Que d'un très court moment sur terre
L'instant présent a des oeillères
L'instant présent est si fragile
Qu'il ne peut rester immobile
Sans une plainte sans un cri
À peine arrivé qu'il s'enfuit
Avant que d'entrer dans l'histoire
L'instant présent n'a pas de gloire
Il ne peut durant ce passage
Que mener une vie très sage
Car déjà prés de lui se tient
Le suivant qu'en fera ni moins
Ni davantage
L'instant présent n'a pas de trêve
À peine arrivé qu'il s'achève
Il est sauvage il est craintif
Il est sans force il est captif
De la seconde qui va naître
L'instant présent va disparaître
L'instant présent il faut le prendre
Avec des gestes et des mots tendres
Lui faire un futur, un passé
Dans nos coeurs et dans nos pensées
Et lui bâtir une existence
L'instant présent est notre chance
L'instant présent ne se repose
Pas en chemin, il se propose
Pour le saisir il faut vouloir
Tu vois, il est déjà trop tard
Prends le chemin il passe ensuite
L'instant présent disparaît vite
Pour notre amour sans fausse honte
Si nous sommes sincères et prompts
En les alignant bout à bout
Nous pourrons en avoir beaucoup
À notre compte
L'instant présent peut être nôtre
Si nous l'enchaînons avec d'autres
Viens tandis que je le saisis
Écoute les mots que je dis
Je ne les dirai plus de même
L'instant présent est un problème
Mais si tu m'aimes et si je t'aime
L'instant présent de nos vingt ans
Vivra longtemps
Donderdag 12 maart 2009
Mädchen, Wildes Mädchen
Mädchen, Wildes Mädchen
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer
und ich träume oft an deinem Strand
Leise wiegen mich die Wellen hin und her
wie die Muscheln auf dem weißen Sand
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie der Wind
und wie das Wetter unberechenbar
Manchmal bist du sanft wie Sommertage sind
und manchmal wir der Frost im Januar
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer
und schiffbrüchig lieg' ich an deinem Strand
Plötzlich schweigt die wilde Brandung um mich her
und ich halt' ein Meer in meiner Hand
Manchmal schmiegst du dich an mich
und sagst "Ja" und dann wieder "Nein"
Wie auch immer du willst, ich füge mich drein
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer
und Norden und Süden finde ich nicht mehr
Machmal schmiegst du dich an mich
und sagst "Ja" und dann wieder "Nein"
Wie auch immer du willst, ich füge mich drein
Mädchen, ich liebe dich so sehr
Woensdag 11 maart 2009
L'instant D'amour
L'instant D'amour
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Et si on parlait d'autre chose
La nuit va refermer ses bras
Je sais que l'amour se pose
Au creux des herbes du delta
J'irai l'attendre, mais reste
Tout seul on ne l'approche pas
J'irai l'attendre avec toi
Vouloir vivre d'une guitare
C'est souvent manger du pain froid
Frapper aux portes des gares
C'est souvent se briser les doigts
La nuit s'allume, écoute
C'est le vent qui demande tout bas
À la brume de nous faire un drap
Mais si tu ne veux pas qu'il vienne
L'instant d'amour
Du poète qui traîne
Sur les chemins
Où seuls les chiens
Et les loups se promènent
Si tu ne veux pas qu'il vienne
L'instant de joie
Du poète qui t'aime
Ne réponds pas
Il a la nuit
Pour enterrer sa peine
On a trop parlé de voyages
Que j'allais chercher loin de toi
Pour ce soir fais moi une cage
Avec la grille de tes bras
La nuit s'allume, écoute
C'est le vent qui demande tout bas
À la brume de nous faire un drap
Mais si tu ne veux pas qu'il vienne
L'instant d'amour
Du poète qui traîne
Sur les chemins
Où seuls les chiens
Et les loups se promènent
Si tu ne veux pas qu'il vienne
L'instant de joie
Du poète qui t'aime
Ne réponds pas
Il a la nuit
Pour enterrer sa peine ...
Woensdag 11 maart 2009
Madame X
Madame X
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Madame X et ses enfants
Tout l'hiver sans chauffage
Caravane pour des gens
Même pas du voyage
Et pourtant comme elle dit
C'est pas elle la plus mal lotie
Elle en connaît qui couche dehors
Dans les parages
Quand y a toutes ces voitures de sport
Dans les garages
Madame à savoir comment
Fait deux fois plus que son âge
Elle s'endort avec des gants
Au fond d'un sac de couchage
Et pourtant comme elle dit
C'est pas elle la plus mal lotie
Elle en connaît qui restent
Accrochés aux grillages
En espérant qu'un camion
Manque le virage
C'était un pays charmant
C'était un pays comme il faut
Elle dit, elle dit maintenant
Maintenant on prend
Quelques photos des mourants
Au lieu de leur donner de l'eau
Elle dit pas ça méchamment
Pour l'instant...
Madame X et ses enfants
Toujours pas de chauffage
Dinsdag 10 maart 2009
L'innamorata
L'innamorata
Composer(s): G. Sinoue - B. Gigliotti - F. Valery
Performer(s): Dalida
Je suis l'innamorata
Siempré innamorata
Mon cœur parle avec les mains
J'ai besoin de rien
De pain, de vin et je me sens bien
Je suis l'innamorata
J'y peux rien
J'suis née comme ca
Ma vie est un feu de joie
J'sais pas dire je t'aime
Sans me brûler, sans ouvrir les bras
Et mes colères et mes passions
Sont comme des volcans
Il coule dans mes veines
Un autre sang
Fait de soleil et de chansons
Je suis l'innamorata
Siempré innamorata
Meme si j'ai le cœur en France
Y a comme une Provence
Dans ma tête comme une autre enfance
Ma vie est un feu de joie
J'sais pas dire je t'aime
Sans me brûler, sans ouvrir les bras
Et mes colères et mes passions
Sont comme des volcans
Il coule dans mes veines
Un autre sang
Fait de soleil et de chansons
Je suis l'innamorata
Siempré innamorata
Mon cœur parle avec les mains
J'ai besoin de rien, de pain, de vin
Et je me sens bien
Oh oh sono l'innamorata
Siempré innmorata
La, la, la...
Oh sono l'innamorata
Siempré innamorata
La, la, la ...
Dinsdag 10 maart 2009
Madame La Misère
Madame La Misère
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré; Catherine Sauvage
Madame la misère écoutez le vacarme
Que font vos gens le dos voûté la langue au pas
Quand ils sont assoiffés il ne soûlent de larmes
Quand ils ne pleurent plus il crèvent sous le charme
De la nature et des gravats
Ce sont des suppliciés au ventre translucide
Qui vont sans foi ni loi comme on le dit parfois
Régler son compte à Monseigneur Ephéméride
Qui a pris leur jeunesse et l'a mise en ses rides
Quand il ne leur restait que ça
Madame la misère écoutez le tumulte
Qui monte des bas-fonds comme un dernier convoi
Traînant des mots d'amour avalant les insultes
Et prenant par la main leurs colères adultes
Afin de ne les perdre pas
Ce sont des enragés qui dérangent l'histoire
Et qui mettent du sang sur les chiffres parfois
Comme si l'on devait toucher du doigt pour croire
Qu'un peuple heureux rotant tout seul dans sa mangeoire
Vaut bien une tête de roi
Madame la misère écoutez le silence
Qui entoure le lit défait des magistrats
Le code de la peur se rime avec potence
Il suffit de trouver quelques pendus d'avance
Et mon Dieu ça ne manque pas
Maandag 9 maart 2009
Linha De Montagem
Linha De Montagem
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Linha linha de montagem
A cor a coragem
Cora coração
Abecê abecedário
Ópera operário
Pé no pé no chão
Eu não sei bem o que seja
Mas sei que seja o que será
O que será que será que se veja
Vai passar por lá
Pensa pensa pensamento
Tem sustém sustento
Fé café com pão
Com pão com pão companheiro
Pára paradeiro
Mão irmão irmão
Na mão, o ferro e ferragem
O elo, a montagem do motor
E a gente dessa engrenagente
Dessa engrenagente
Dessa engrenagente
Dessa engrenagente sai maior
As cabeças levantadas
Máquinas paradas
Dia de pescar
Pois quem toca o trem pra frente
Também de repente
Pode o trem parar
Eu não sei bem o que seja
Mas sei que seja o que será
O que será que será que se veja
Vai passar por lá
Gente que conhece e prensa
A brasa da fornalha
O guincho do esmeril
Gente que carrega a tralha
Ai, essa tralha imensa
Chamada Brasil
Samba samba são Bernardo
Sanca são Caetano
Santa santo André
Dia-a-dia diadema
Quando for, me chame
Pra tomar um mé
Maandag 9 maart 2009
Madame Butterfly
Madame Butterfly
Composer(s): Puccini; Malcolm McLaren; Robby Kilgore
Performer(s): Malcolm McLaren
Pinkerton:
Back in Nagasaki I got married to Cho Cho San
That was her name in those days
And I was her man
I'm going back to visit her
She got a problem
She got a little Cho Cho
Cho Cho San was her name
And this is her tale of woe
Take it away Cho Cho
Cho Cho San:
Today's the day when I see clear
A tiny thread of smoke appears
Where blue skies fall upon the ocean
And shake this staid emotion
All the while I sing this song
I see a dot on the horizon
Growing bigger every second
Gleaming white in my direction
Who on earth can it be
Coming up the path for me?
What on earth will he say?
Shall I run to him or run away?
Freaking out he's come to get me
My feet are stuck but just won't let me
Run to him do I dare?
Madame Butterfly don't blow it
Chorus
Calling Butterfly, Madame Butterfly
That's the name he used to give me
He's my man till the day I die
Oh sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
She's waiting
He'll be back, I have faith in this love track
Pinkerton:
Pinkerton's the name
Lieutenant Colonel Pinkerton! sir
U.S. Navy
I'm a bounder
I married a Yankee girl
But I went back to visit old Japan
Where there she was, Cho Cho San
Cho Cho San:
Gotta have something to believe in
My white honkey, I do miss him
Someday soon he'll come around
Just to stop my nervous breakdown
Call me fool! Call me stupid!
Bend my arrow kill this cupid
Say it with me
He'll be back
I have faith in this love track
Pinkerton:
Cho Cho San
My little wife
My sweet butterfly
That's the name I'll give her
When I return
Chorus
Little sweet sweet Butterfly
I hear him crowing faintly
He thinks I'm just still sweet sixteen
I guess I'll tease him gently
Cho Cho San:
Calling Madame Butterfly
His angel plucked right from the sky
Hide my baby in mystic places
I feel the fear that I might die
Right in his arms and embraces
Softly kissing my eyelashes
Got no right no right to doubt it
Ain't no doubt no doubt about it
Call me fool! Call me stupid!
Bend this arrow kil this cupid
I have faith I'll always pray
My white honkey's here to stay
Chorus
Calling Butterfly, Madame Butterfly
Butterfly, Butterfly have no fear
I'll be back to wipe your tears
Oh sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
She's waiting
I'll wait for him with unshakable faith
He'll be back
Zondag 8 maart 2009
Ling Ting Tong
