(Skrt, pouloulou) Elle fait la go qui connaît pas Charo Elle m'a vu à la télé', elle a dansé ma choré' Posé, j'suis sous Jack dans mon bendo J'fais repérage de femmes sur les réseaux J'ai vu ses lolos Elle m'a pas followback quand je l'ai follow Allez,

All these small things they gather round me Gather round me Has the world gone mad Or is it me? Is it all so very bad? I can’t see Gather around me All in my mind I walked down Mayflower Road again

We all want love and that's okay, Maybe there's someone. When my song has slipped away And the darkness swallows the day Another one's not very far away, so baby just hold on. And at the end of everyday no one can take these things away Baby just hold on

Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe 'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough I'll be there on the double Ain't no mountain high enough Listen baby, ain't no mountain high Ain't no valley low,

I wanna get high On some low country Where the sun meets the water Sounds right on the money Let's let that tide take us for a ride Girl, wherever it wants to All night long And the nights get hotter

There's a river in Evening ember glow And you're wishing you could see How far it flows Rolling on to an endless sea You'd be well on your way If you could only set sail. But dreams can drift away And sails can fill with doubt

Oh, dear boy, I wanna follow you You're a wild boy, I am a wild girl, too Oh dear boy, it's so hollow without you In a world with everything but it won't do Oh, dear boy, it's so shallow without you It's a chance, boy, everything I ask of you So bold and

This is what we live for We're taking off uh uh uh (Oh oh) this is what we live for This is what I live for Baby, you're my open road You can take me anywhere the wind blows Right into the great unknown We can throw our hands up out the window I drive a

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here