Song: Je Veux Te Voir
Artist: Yelle
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Cuizinier (The Chef) with your little sex surrounded by red pubes
I really can't believe that you actually believe we want you
I don't believe it would be true even in the dark, even if you keep your pajamas on
Even if you keep on your “bathrobe”, a has-been t-shirt
Keep your shirt on, it'll limit the damage, bastard
I want to see you
In a porno flick
In action with your dick
Its shape either potatoes or fries
To know everything
About your anatomy
About your cousin Teki
And your fetish accessories
Cuizi, what's this?
Your favorite position?
Your Olympic performances?
But you don't have anything orgasmic
You're completely naked
Under your apron
Ready to strip
But I must admit nothing's going to work
You dream of a Hummer Fluo
Designed by Akroe
But you don't have a license
You always take the metro
Superstar for one night, after that, your life returns to normal
You don't need sunglasses to keep people from recognizing you
Your proof of insurance waits for you, dude
It's not from your flying lyrics
I've manage to make you
One with my scanner
There's no cover charge tonight
It's the only way to get anyone to come
So us girls go for a drive
Yeah we're going to Chippendale’s
We hadn't intended to spend the night with some jokers
We would like see some pecks, some men hung like bulls
Your posters of Lil' Jon covered up those of Magic Johnson
Your body is too crunk in order to pull off dunks
Cuiziner it's you that I want to see
That I want to see tonight
Ridiculed by a girl who raps better than you
I don't have enough fingers to count in the room
All these coiffed girls like me who know that you're just pubes
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