In pink muslin jogging pants
Bought from Babou
You smiled at me as you approached
You sat right next to me
You ask for the time
I haven't slept much
It's 7:30 a.m.
You got on the bus
Line 15
The light of the fall
And the butt goes out from your ride
On your lip remains stuck
From your huge headphones
Faà §on airbus
A disgusting high-pitched sound
Impossible to escape it
I think I recognize the end of the verse
The musical comedy of the moment
The most famous
You breathe very hard and from the corners of your lips
Neon pinks
A beige net has emerged
And then you talked to me
I have the impression that you ate something surprising with your coffee
Something amazing ©spicy
You smile at me
A sticky red asteroid
Stays hanging between your teeth
Then you invited me to your home
And out of shyness
I didn't know how to refuse
You pretended my help
To unclog a sink
When your jogging you snatched
On certain points you reminded me that nature
Little sometimes
On an Ok
On the dark side lost
To the little one morning You returned
You smiled at me Kissed me
When I wanted to escape
I noticed that
you were bound hand and foot
You told me very calmly that if I no longer loved you
You would cry to me, man would boil
Would put my ⦠(feedback)
In a jar
September 10 in the morning
I married you
And night fell
120 Kg of love not twice
My swallowed
Every Sunday by line 15
On the paths you take me
And if at Babou I am the king
In pink muslin you are my queen

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