Ohé ! Ohé ! Ohé ! Ohé ! Matelot, Matelot navigue sur les flots Il était un petit navire (bis) Qui n'avait ja- ja- jamais navigué (bis) Il partit pour un long voyage (bis) Sur la mer Mé- Mé- Méditerranée (bis) Au bout de cinq à six semaines,

We don't bleed when we don't fight 'Cause I won't run No, I won't be no runaway We got another thing coming undone What makes you think I'm enjoying being led to the flood? And it's taking us over But I won't be no runaway We've got another thing coming

Fuck do you mean, "Why I showed up?" I don't need your poison 'round me Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yeah I'm nice if you don't fuck around Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All of these boys, they callin' me pretty Who's your producer? Producer is Timmy

She's a poor girl This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to know She lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags on Go to the place where

All shall fade Home is behind The world ahead And there are many paths to tread Through shadow To the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and shadow Cloud and shape

¿Qué pasa? Pregunto ¿qué pasa? Pregunto Pregunto yo ¿qué pasa? Hoy con el mundo Que esta tan absurdo que está taciturno ¿Qué pasa? Que nada buenos nos pasa Y que la paz por aquí nunca pasa ¿Qué pasa? Que solo la guerra pasa ¿Por qué será que hay tanta

I won't say it again Boy you know I don't get naughty for anybody And I won't say it again Even though this ain't the first time I'll tell you one time I ain't gon' say it again Time to turn What you been asking Into actions

Cause I’m a girl Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah With a bottle of wine and you I’m a girl, I got skills I can dance all night in five inch heels And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world I can get a free drink for flipping my hair I can rock a

Fitter, happier More productive Comfortable Not drinking too much Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats A patient, better

I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Put on your war paint Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me The war is won, before it's