Chocolate

You come so smart, wear your perfume and glamour

And the words that you say about your infinite l’amour

Make me turn round to you, and I smile to you a bit

And you call me your belle, and you say to me:

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Look, sweety-sweet, don’t you waste all this charm and all these words

You are cute, you are smart, but I really know your sort

Why not try to impress someone else with all that stuff

Au revoir, mon amour…had enough of you

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