| lorie | | j'ai 19 ans et je suis célibat! | | Membre |  | | 74 messages postés |
|  Posté le 24-06-2004 à 23:23:49   
| *joue toute seul de sa flute traverssière puis en a marre alors se met au piano et chante*
Week-End
There has him who are mad of impatience
Of other say, this is without importance
Week-end idyllic
Automatic success
Has him those who dredge on the beach
Of other himself split to the tinkering
Me, this is the music
What of more fantastic
Of the Monday to the Friday,
One waits that a thing
This is to count days
All to tower of role
3, 2, 1
Refrain:
Ca is this him this is him week-end
Quickly super week-end
This is as that that one loves them
To do him full of energy,
This is as that
This is him week-end
One wants happy-end
to finish our week-end
One is lending to face
The new week
And to sing together on this theme, go !
And to sing together on this theme
Still
Has him those who hoist the tall' sail
to sleep to the beautiful star
Me I remain to the bed
to the minus as far as to midday
Without forgetting cranks of housekeeping
Or still those who move
Pleasures are varyed
To not to annoy
Of the Monday to the Friday,
One waits that a thing
This is to count days
All to tower of role
3, 2, 1
à Le Refrain
What they would be grey or sunlit
They are done for himself to love
to immortalize the present
Come, I wait you
à Le Refrain
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