| I listen to you, sweet, And ate beef to be strong. You know I prefer fish, honey. Tut-tut! Don't you dare say you don't! And yet this cold won't go away 'Cause it is the measure of my love That I will be upset with you If you are, how you are, and (That a smile?) when you are. (March 2003) Copyright ©2003 Olivier Serrat |
| you know i prefer fish |
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