Her name was Françoise
But we called her Raspberry
An idea from the adjutant
Who had very few, however, ideas
She served us drinks
In a village in Maine-et-Loire
But it wasn't Madelon
She had another name
And first of all, no question
To take her chin
Besides, she was from Antibes
What a shame
Avanie and Raspberry
Are the breasts of destiny
To be sure she was from Antibes
It's closer than the Caraà ¯bes
It's closer than Caracas
Is it further than Pézenas?
I don't know
And while Being French
I was all the same Antibaise
And, although she was French
And despite © her smoldering eyes
That didn't make me feel comfortable
To know that she was Antibaise
I would rather be for it
What avanie
Avanie and Raspberry
Are the breasts of destiny
She had few advantages
To have more
She had some added
A the beauty institute, ah, ah, ah
We can, in Maine-et-Loire
Afford beautiful pear-shaped breasts
There is a beauty institute Angers
Which operates without danger
From the youngest to the oldest
We can change almost everything
Except what 'we can't
What an insult
Avanie and Raspberry
Are the breasts of Destiny
More advantages
Benefit more
I said to him, when she returned
With her Angevin breasts, twice ten
Allow me to play around
This Angevin breast
But she escaped me
Took the field in the meadow
And I didn't run after it
I didn't want to catch
An Angevine breast
Morality ©
Avanie and breasts
Are the raspberries of destiny

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