My Love Is Like Whoa
Quand on m'aime je danse
Quand on veut j'apparais
Trois p'tits tours et silence
J'suis pas en latex
Quand on m'oublie
Le sens de ma vie
Disparaît
Faire un voeu ou bien deux
Et puis fermer les yeux
Je suis lÃÂ
Pour celui et pour ceux
Qui n'ont pas froid aux yeux
Qui croient en moi
Faire un souhait pour de vrai
Et puis croire au mystère
Tout est lÃÂ
C'est un style, c'est facile
Quand on est Mélusine
Oh, Vite dépêche-toi
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The Jabberwocky
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vocal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vocal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.