.(Alain Bashung/Didier Golemanas)
J'ai des faims de toi difficiles, des jours, ça veut pas rentrer.
T'as fouillé mon baise-en-ville, ça, j'peux pas saquer.
En voulant nettoyer mon fouet, bêtement le coup est parti.
Ton cri était presque parfait, ton cri était presque parfai.
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