Mon Dié Sénié

Seeing those short hairs so close

And smelling the stale odour of scent and sweat

Yeah, I was overcome with desire for it

And reaching out my hands

I grabbed her sweet arse

I always get a kick out of Paris

I grabbed her cute arse so close

And sank my desperate mouth

At the heavy oily sex

Why don't they try a little harder back home

Why don't they?

It all seems so much brighter here

On the rue Pigalle

Bond, James Bond!

That's what they call me

Because I'm Ecossais

Vive l'Ecosse, they say

It always seems more dirty

When I walk these streets

All I want to do is think Blue

Yeah, shocking Blue!

I pass old hotels with sexy curtains

Life, love and death gone by

A thousand times, why should I try

To change anything

I will get a kick out of Paris

Mon die senie, anyambami

Let it Roll! Let it Roll!

Who is she?

Where's the man, who saw the man

Who saw the man, who saw the girl

I'm going crazy

Paris doest that to me

Blue, the only colour of sex

The only colour of my shirt and jacket

The only colour on the rue Saint-Jacques

She left the seed stir at the pit of her belly

In response to my strong tonguing movements

Mon die senie, anyambami

I can't get enough

Of undoing that stuff

Satin, chiffon, silk and cotton

Just underwear, plain and simple

Who is she,

Where are the gods to listen to

Where are the gods to tell me what to do

All I want to do is think Blue

Shocking Blue, the only colour of sex

My huge hands grasped you at your hips

Your blond hair formed a pool on the dark wood

Between my feet

And I raised you to doting love

And then let it subside, Yeah

In a soft corrosion

I always get a kick out of Paris

Mon die senie, anyambami

Let it Roll, Let it Roll

I can't get enough

Of undoing that stuff, and who is she

And where's the man, who saw the man

Who saw the man, who saw the girl

I'm going crazy

Where in the world can you find such dreams

Nowhere it seems except Paris

Yeah, always get a kick out of Paris

But then again, I'm not sure

But it's better than yesterday

And tomorrow's another day

And I want to live yesterday, tomorrow