JE T'AIME, MOI NON PLUS by JANE BIRKIN & SERGE GAINSBOURG
Je t'aime je t'aime Oh oui je t'aime! - Moi non plus - Oh mon amour - Comme la vague irrésolue Je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Et je me retiens
- Je t'aime je t'aime Oh oui je t'aime! - Moi non plus - Oh mon amour Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue Tu vas tu vas et tu viens Entre mes reins Tu vas et tu viens Entre mes reins Et je te rejoins
- Je t'aime je t'aime Oh oui je t'aime! - Moi non plus - Oh mon amour Comme la vague irrésolue Je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Et je me retiens Tu vas et tu viens Entre mes reins Tu vas et tu viens Entre mes reins Et je te rejoins
- Je t'aime je t'aime Oh oui je t'aime! - Moi non plus - Oh mon amour - L'amour physique est sans issue Je vais je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Je vais et je viens Je me retiens Non! maintenant Viens!
Sleep on and dream of love Because it's the closest you will Get to love Poor twisted child So ugly, so ugly The poor twisted child Oh hug me, oh hug me One November Spawned a monster In the shape of this child Who later cried :
"But Jesus made me, so Jesus save me from pity, sympathy And people discussing me A frame of useless limbs What can make good of the bad that's been done?"
And if the lights were out Could you even bear To kiss her full on the mouth (Or anywhere?) ohh..no
Poor twisted child So ugly, so ugly Poor twisted child Oh hug me, oh hug me One November Spawned a monster In the shape of this child Who must remain A hostage to kindness And the wheels underneath her A hostage to the kindness And the wheels underneath her A symbol of where mad, mad lovers Must pause and draw the line.
So sleep and dream of love Cause it's the closest You will get to love ohh Love That November Is a time Which I must Put out of my mind
Oh, one fine day Let it be soon She won't be rich or beautiful But she'll be walking your streets In the clothes that she went out And chose for herself
Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings. The servants have the power Dog-men and their mean women Pulling poor blankets over Our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the tv Tower, I want roses in My garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies Must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal For the plant that's plowed.
They are waiting to take us into The severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful Comes death on a strange hour Unannounced, unplanned for Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've Brought to bed Death makes angels of us all And gives us wings Where we had shoulders Smooth as raven's Claws
No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best Until it's other jaw reveals incest And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go Prefer a feast of friends To the giant family.
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