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Women of the world or streetSo very often just the sameI love every one I meetHave they fame or be they plainDown to the last stupid crowI praise with every word I utterI'm disgusted by men nowWith their morals from the gutter'Cause there's no woman in this landQuite so stupid as her brotherNor so vain or underhandExcept, maybe, Madame ThatcherLady I love you now, I do'Cause when a sport becomes a warThere's no girls, or very fewAmongst those fans who yell for moreThose with no marbles left to loseUp to here with hate and beerDeifying fools in blueInsulting bastards with a sneerThere is no female hooliganImbecilic, filled with murderNo, not even in BritainExcept, for sure, Madame ThatcherI love woman just becauseWhen she's sitting at the wheelThere's no man-like sense of lossNo urge to kill is yours to feelFor a slightly damaged headlightOr for two fingers in the airThere are those who wish to fightTo the death if they but dareAn andamp;quot;up yoursandamp;quot; their favourite signThere's no woman so vulgarTo use this symbol all the timeExcept, perhaps, Madame ThatcherHow I love you, dear womanYou don't go to war to dieBecause the vision of a gunDoes not make you pant and sighAmongst those hunters of the nightWho jump on creatures that are frailAnd occasionnally an ArabiteI've yet to see a femaleThere is no woman low enoughTo spit and polish a revolverJust to feel so bloody toughExcept, for sure, Madame ThatcherThe atom bomb was never madeBy a human female brainAnd no female hand has slayedThose U.S. peoples of the plainPalestinians or ArmeniansBear their witness form the graveThat a genocide is masculineLike a SS or a Green BeretIn this bloody mass of manEach assassin is a brotherThere's no woman to rival themExcept, of course, Madame ThatcherAnd lastly Woman, above allI love hour gentleness so mildA man draws strength from his own ballesWich like his gun he shoots from wildAnd when the final curtain drawsHe'll join the cretins in the harvestPlaying football, playing warsOr who can piss the farthestI would join the doggic hostAnd love my days on earthAs my day to day lampostI would use Madame Thatcher.
Las mujeres del mundo o streetSo muy a menudo sólo el amor sameI cada uno que meetHave que la fama o sean plainDown para alabanza crowI estúpido pasado con cada palabra que utterI'm disgustado por hombres nowWith su moral de la gutter'Cause hay ninguna mujer en este landQuite tan estúpido como su brotherNor tan vanidoso o underhandExcept, tal vez, la señora ThatcherLady Te quiero ahora, do'Cause cuando un deporte se convierte en un warThere es ninguna niña o muy fewAmongst esos fans que gritan para moreThose sin canicas a la izquierda para loseUp aquí con el odio y los tontos beerDeifying en bastardos blueInsulting con sneerThere hay hooliganImbecilic femenino, lleno de murderNo, ni siquiera en BritainExcept, por cierto, Madame ThatcherI mujer amor sólo becauseWhen ella está sentada en el wheelThere no tiene sentido por el hombre como de lossNo impulso de matar es tuyo para feelFor un headlightOr ligeramente dañado durante dos dedos en el airThere son los que quieren fightTo la muerte si pero dareAn andamp; quot; yoursandamp arriba; quot; su signThere favorito no es una mujer tan vulgarTo utilizar este símbolo todo el timeExcept, tal vez , Madame ThatcherHow Te amo, querido womanYou no van a la guerra para dieBecause la visión de un gunDoes no te hace jadear y
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Renaud
Miss Maggie (2)
Miss Maggie (2)
Women of the world or streetSo very often just the sameI love every one I meetHave they fame or be they plainDown to the last stupid crowI praise with every word I utterI'm disgusted by men nowWith their morals from the gutter'Cause there's no woman in this landQuite so stupid as her brotherNor so vain or underhandExcept, maybe, Madame ThatcherLady I love you now, I do'Cause when a sport becomes a warThere's no girls, or very fewAmongst those fans who yell for moreThose with no marbles left to loseUp to here with hate and beerDeifying fools in blueInsulting bastards with a sneerThere is no female hooliganImbecilic, filled with murderNo, not even in BritainExcept, for sure, Madame ThatcherI love woman just becauseWhen she's sitting at the wheelThere's no man-like sense of lossNo urge to kill is yours to feelFor a slightly damaged headlightOr for two fingers in the airThere are those who wish to fightTo the death if they but dareAn andamp;quot;up yoursandamp;quot; their favourite signThere's no woman so vulgarTo use this symbol all the timeExcept, perhaps, Madame ThatcherHow I love you, dear womanYou don't go to war to dieBecause the vision of a gunDoes not make you pant and sighAmongst those hunters of the nightWho jump on creatures that are frailAnd occasionnally an ArabiteI've yet to see a femaleThere is no woman low enoughTo spit and polish a revolverJust to feel so bloody toughExcept, for sure, Madame ThatcherThe atom bomb was never madeBy a human female brainAnd no female hand has slayedThose U.S. peoples of the plainPalestinians or ArmeniansBear their witness form the graveThat a genocide is masculineLike a SS or a Green BeretIn this bloody mass of manEach assassin is a brotherThere's no woman to rival themExcept, of course, Madame ThatcherAnd lastly Woman, above allI love hour gentleness so mildA man draws strength from his own ballesWich like his gun he shoots from wildAnd when the final curtain drawsHe'll join the cretins in the harvestPlaying football, playing warsOr who can piss the farthestI would join the doggic hostAnd love my days on earthAs my day to day lampostI would use Madame Thatcher.
Renaud
Miss Maggie (2)
Miss Maggie (2)
Las mujeres del mundo o streetSo muy a menudo sólo el amor sameI cada uno que meetHave que la fama o sean plainDown para alabanza crowI estúpido pasado con cada palabra que utterI'm disgustado por hombres nowWith su moral de la gutter'Cause hay ninguna mujer en este landQuite tan estúpido como su brotherNor tan vanidoso o underhandExcept, tal vez, la señora ThatcherLady Te quiero ahora, do'Cause cuando un deporte se convierte en un warThere es ninguna niña o muy fewAmongst esos fans que gritan para moreThose sin canicas a la izquierda para loseUp aquí con el odio y los tontos beerDeifying en bastardos blueInsulting con sneerThere hay hooliganImbecilic femenino, lleno de murderNo, ni siquiera en BritainExcept, por cierto, Madame ThatcherI mujer amor sólo becauseWhen ella está sentada en el wheelThere no tiene sentido por el hombre como de lossNo impulso de matar es tuyo para feelFor un headlightOr ligeramente dañado durante dos dedos en el airThere son los que quieren fightTo la muerte si pero dareAn andamp; quot; yoursandamp arriba; quot; su signThere favorito no es una mujer tan vulgarTo utilizar este símbolo todo el timeExcept, tal vez , Madame ThatcherHow Te amo, querido womanYou no van a la guerra para dieBecause la visión de un gunDoes no te hace jadear y
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
