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Humour et vrit Senss dmanteler Tout frais et toute pimpante Allemande L'aise et insouciante Confiante Son sourire est vivant Son coeur
My mind is unwilling and your flesh is so weak, Do my movements betray the secrets I think, I always stand by walls and try to humour fools. Am I
the plimsoll line Pumps in the engine room Women and children first Hysterical, no humour Sabotage, a rumour Captain-less and captionless Injury, hunger, thirst
His wicked Sense of humour Suggests Exciting sex His fingers They focus on her Touches He's Venus as a boy He believes in a beauty He's
humour inbetween ... But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean Come from in a flat But next to you we'll feel unsaintly and we're
Green to feel blue? Is your vision purely golden? Is your humour black or olden? Do you find you're getting yellow? 'Though you know you're in
What mirth maketh you sailor? Quietly laughing to yourself You with your no wind in the rigging Laughing into the sails Spying out the humour
the humour of the situation I said on the phone "don't wait 'til I'm home" But I'm sure I could hear you crying I said where I was, but you doubt it
Countless opinions, a hotbed of riches Last remaining entitlement Feeling valued? Or devoutly subdued? Per Capita All placated and humoured
I am a child of folly Now I want my way And I don't know good or bad But I dance all day And my sense of humour Getting out of hand la-la
Sometimes I fear to wake Sometimes I fear the next day Ill humour seems to crush me Agonising pain stronger than the ideal? Sometimes I fear that
coloured humour Be a pallietto and laugh, Clown, laugh!
someone else Oh, don't come around Don't come around with your sad ideas and those big old eyes You better find your sense of humour or you're going
sense of humour Twenty nine Was it really the only way to see It through to the last laugh Thirty three found dead in a car Went out and bought the car
fair. In her vanity case her compact case In her compact case her eyes, Not bad for a sister But her vanity's fair and her sense of humour's
and a hole in your sock The lock's kicked off and there's piss on the floor That's what your sense of humour's for Funny old world ha ha peculiar Everybody
est trompe-l'oeil, Donne l'idée do jeu et do mystère, Un spectacle intime donne l'idée do jeu et de l'humour, Spectacle qui rime, qui suscite dans
to start Any blasphemous rumours But I think that God's Got a sick sense of humour And when I die I expect to find Him laughing Girl of 18 Feel in
a saccharine shot, not to humour these fuckers But the scheming scum have all bases covered Which suits you fucking fine From a catalogue of lies, there is
with power Visceral muscle is charred black Melting bone, frying aqueous humour A dignified death is what you lack
How do you feel alright? Maby like a captured spider Who cares tonight As the humour sized you You wanted what? I think about your enemy Evaluate by
Thirtysomething graduate, green eyes Perfect Christian lady, candlelit dinner Slim female figure, sense of humour Extrovert where are you?
the disco it's clockworktime Where's the humour where am I This world's got smaller I'm shaking lots of hands Saying lots of things That no one
and Joans And tomorrow's rhinestones I'm so sick in my spare time Humouring thugs We could go out for dinner But we're always on drugs Conchita
How to spot an invert Amongst the vertebrates: Good grooming A tidy bedroom Never married And working in the arts A bitchy sense of humour