parfum devoile Dont plus d'un sous les etoiles d'or Tout comme moi reve encore... Granada, Granada, ecoute ma voix qui t'appelle, Granada, Granada, pourquoi
They got lies so big They don't make a noise They tell 'em so well Like a secret disease That makes you go numb With a big ol' lie And a flag and a pie
[includes quotes from Bolero (Ravel), The Battle Hymn Of The Republic (Steffe/Howe) and Happy Days Are Here Again (Yellen/Ager)] [Warner Theatre, Washington
Tulkojums: Zappa, Frank. Kad Lie 'tik liels.
