Les croquants

The crisp go in town, astride their money,
buy virgin 'holy to good people, their crisp mett'nt price argent
La to hand over the hand below ...
But Lisa flesh, the flesh '
Read (
That culs sewn gold fass'nt a
reason!) For the mouth' of the first venu
Qui has soft eyes' and bare hands ... (
Refrain:) The crisp, it the sad, surprising Chocks,
the surprise, a girl, a girl 'bell' as' it, abandons, s'abandonne
Au Ostrogoth come first: The crisp, it falls fill the nues.
Les's morality, the fill's good life,
who have sold their Fleurette at the fair in the auction,
Will 's wallow in the couch' of crisp, crunchy When they want ...
But Lisa flesh, the flesh 'of Lison (
That culs sewn gold fass'nt a
reason!) Has never granted its sub-faveurs
A against, reluctantly ...
Girls's good life have the heart consistant
Et flower found there is guaranteed '
Long as' paper flowers of chapeux, Flowers in stone tombs ...
But the heart of Lisa, the great heart of Lison
Aime be revamped with each season:
Never twice the same color, never twice the same flower ...