9-1, j'étais sous le porche J'suis dans la surface comme Filippo Dans toutes les bouches comme les Philip Mo' Y'a 9-1-1 GT sous l'Porsche Fais-nous la bouche, on te fait la peau Je fais le plein en Philippe Plein Aaah, Skippa da Flippa Aaah aaah, ne fuis

Do you mean it ? March to the Black Queen A little bit of love and joy Ah aah ah aah Why don't you mean it ? Why do I follow you and where do you go Aah aah aah aah aah aah You've never seen nothing like it no never in your life Like going up to heaven

Aaaahh aaaahh aaaahh Oooooo ooooooo ooooooo Aahh, aahh aahh Ooo, ooo ooo Ooo ooo ooo Sweet child in time You'll see the line The line that's drawn between Good and bad

I'm just a love machine Na, na na na na, na na na na, na naaah And I won't work for nobody but you, I'm just a love machine, A huggin', kissin' fiend. I think it's high time you knew, Whenever I think of you, My mind blows a fuse.

Don't even think about reachin' me, I won't be home Don't even think about stoppin' by, don't think of me at all I did, what I had to do, if there was a reason, it was you Aah...don't even think about gettin' inside Voices in me head, ooh, voices I got

Wah wah waah, wah wah wah Wah wah wah Wah wah wah, wah wah wah They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around I was standin', I was standin' on the corner Of Rampart and Canal

Don't leave me this way Aaah baby, my heart is full of love and desire for you Now come on down and do what you gotta do (Now come on girl and do what you gotta do) You started this fire down in my soul Now can't you see it's burning out of control Come

I'm just a love machine Na, na na na na, na na na na, na naaah And I won't work for nobody but you, I'm just a love machine, A huggin', kissin' fiend. I think it's high time you knew, Whenever I think of you, My mind blows a fuse.

(od ogoua waïo) C'est chô-chô , ça brûle, Gaâh m h'ebel ya Ouligan’s : gué n’antelou dourbouha ya kou d'cizou: barrage tsêe'lou C'est l'ambiance du ghetto, Ya du mambo à Paris Chez nous (à) Abidjan Quand c'est comme ça yala la vie

You can change your hair five times a week 'Cause I'm falling for you For everything that you do Baby, I'm falling for you You might be crazy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeaah, You like mismatched socks with polka dots And you say, you're scared