"Souvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipage,
And it's like talking to a stranger,
Remember the panic in its delectable face when I touched it,
It was like talking to a stranger,
Venetian candles penetrated its heart,
It trembles like talking to a stranger,
And oh, Miss Jesus, tell me where are your black eyes?
Your baby was talking to a stranger, no, no
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