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• Artiste: Electric Six
• Titre: French Bacon
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Have you heard about the new sex, new sex? It's a reason to be nicer to you. I see you putting on the brand X spandex, Everybody needs someone to do, And now I'm living in the middle of your street, A'living here with aplomb, She gets a sneak peek at the meet she's gonna eat, And she's a time-bomb, time-bomb. And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line, With a fridge filled with french bacon, Mouthing all the words of a famous mime, For which she's commonly mistaken. I know her, I knew her, I knew she couldn't hang, And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line, From a device of her own making. I'm never good enough at saying all the right things, Sometimes I say too much. Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings, Dying and desperate for your touch. And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line, With a fridge filled with french bacon, Mouthing all the words of a famous mime, For which she's commonly mistaken. I know her, I knew her, I knew she couldn't hang, And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line, From a device of her own making. Nobody's all bad, nobody's all good, Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could, We define forever, define forever, Define forever, define forever, define forever! And now she's living in a shack on the fiery line, With a fridge filled with French bacon, Mouthing all the words of a famous mime, For which she's commonly mistaken. I know her, I knew her, I knew she couldn't hang.