.C'était pas pour tes cahiers,
Pour lire des textes,
Que, le dimanche soir, je venais,
C'était prétexte.
C'était pour sentir le jazz,
En moi venant,
Quand tes genoux tu les croises,
De temps en temps.
Le plaisir est un secret
En période rose.
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