Rue St. Denis is always neon
There are sex shops and early morning palms
It's where everyone fucks, Between friends
Looking like nothing, nothing to do in Satan's sheets
We make the bomb to sink into the demimonde
We drink while waiting for night to fall on us
We breathe the deep air and float in the waves
Of this crazy city, the demimonde
You, you, you play your little Hamlet
And me, me, I do well my little coquette
I only half understand my imminent misfortune
Your hard heart twists me like a hokey pokey dancer
You with your proud height and me with my half beer
We like to do a U-turn about every half hour
It's half good like Simone and Sartre, this little underground world
Not exactly the ultimate
I know the gigolos and courtesans well, these young ladies
Who talk about Descartes but are from Des Moines on the terrace we
Let's quickly have a double whiskey it's the demimonde
Yes every day it's the same tobacco here
We make the bomb to sink into the demimonde
We drink while waiting for night to fall on us
We breathe the deep air and float in the waves
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