The men who pass by, Mom
Always send me postcards from the Bahamas, Mom.
The men who pass by all the time
Are musicians, artists, painters, too often actors.
The men who pass by, mom
Always offer me a nice room with a terrace, mom
The men who pass by, I feel
That their hearts are at low tide, they have desires of ocean
The men who pass by nevertheless
How I would like to steal one for a month, for a year
The men who pass, mother
Don't never give me anything but money
The men who pass by, mom
Their lives of love are stars that leave traces, mom
The men who leave, violent
Are always those who have kept the heart of a loser child
The men who pass by, however
How would I like to steal one for a month for a year
The men who pass by, mom
Never give me anything but money
Men who pass by, mom
Have smiles that are a bit like grimaces, mom
The men who pass by, disturbing
Always leave me with my dreams and my anxieties from before
Men who pass, however
How I would like to steal one for a month for a year
Men who pass by, mom
Never give me anything but money
Men who pass by, mom....

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