Christian Mistral
Miscellaneous
Monica Mitraille
Misery
She had enough
Her anger
Finally burst out
When everything is lacking
All we have to do is lean
In the banks
All we have to do is pick up
Let me steal, steal
Before I break, break
The wings
Let me shoot, shoot
Before you murder me
Tonight I want to be beautiful
For my first heist in heaven
Monica the machine gun
Oh! Why did they do this to you
Monica the shot
No you didn't deserve that
Monica the shot
Oh! Why did they do this to you
Monica the machine gun
No you didn't deserve that
Machine gun Molly!
She was going
Look for gold and silver
Where it is
Without shedding blood
The police
Do not like bandits
Who slip past him
Through fingers too often
Let me fly, fly
Before I break, break
Wings
Let me shoot, shoot
Before I murder
Tonight I want to be beautiful
For my first heist in heaven
Machine gun Molly!

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