Oui je me revois. Une poup? e dans les bras. Lui parlant tout bas. Me parlant de toi. Elle? tait si belle. V? tue de dentelles. Elle me souriait. Et je te disais.
Oh, mama was a rock and roll singer. Yeah, papa used to write all her songs. Well, you could hear their music playing on the jukebox all day long. . Oh, they were bringing down together, yes, yes in a jukebox jubilee.
I feel something in the air. Something that was never there. I feel something starting to live in me. Something only God could give to me. Could give to me.