Porno song
Léo Ferré
Porno Song
Gets you a little high
And freezes you deep in the fire
Undress, I'll invent you
Love, don't touch the rents
My driver pours you my liquor
My hand cuts your heart
Packs of rose-opaline
A virgin smell of uline
The organ, that's for another time
When you scream, I see you
Like on the rails before the war
The machine makes maneuvers
Take me, lady, in love-stop
I open you up and then I make you hop!
Come let me do the machine
On your unraveling psyche
Gets you a little deep
And then rises and it's on fire
Wait for me to open the slope
Hang on, I take the ramp
The extension of my beak
When you swallow it, it's bottoms up
The sea in you is the Atlantic
And I cross you in music
Come let me take out my clothes
It's the time when the assassin enjoys
And you'll see how I flow
My ship inside your mouth
It opens and goes back and forth
Come let me come wherever you want
Gets you in the cathedral
When the sharks are content
Don't wash yourself, you're pure enough
I send you all my past
Come let me come and stick to you
This fervor that you lure
Your electric destiny
Is traced through platinum screws
I talk to you like we explain
When Mozart puts us in music
I took you on the pavement
Like a flower from the sea
And I take you in my company
With your belly that I throw
In Labrador, we'll sleep
With reindeers in our arms
I pierce your shell
It makes water and cracks me
The spindles shine on your wrist
And I fuck you in May
Your smell doesn't smell like a barrel
It's your sea that holds the shop
In a while, with your spindles
We'll fuck in Mexico
Your wild belief paints me
On my mouth, the girls die
I take you in my elevator
My whore, my child, my sister
In your eyes, I trace my line
And in your sides, I sting a swan
I am your good and your evil
You are my evil and you know it
My cluster is white and you squeeze it
With my belly in the box
And if your heart has its reasons
Your ass still has reasons
That my madness doesn't understand
And my reason owes you
And when you adjust your sails
For rough weather, it's in your hold
That I give myself a little
Of this alcohol of lovers
You are my praying mantis
My lover and then my night light
It's from your rage that it starts
From your teeth inside out
Your soul that fascinates me
It's the sea after the machine
The purple of your flower in blood
Gets lost in the web of time
Look, it's a prayer
Descending straight to your house
The angels doing the dishes
Have diamonds under their armpits
It's the blessing of the machine
The madness that unravels you
And your hand bathing in you
Passes me the rainbow on my finger
You are my only identity
In the arms of your charity
In the galaxy, we'll go
With death between our arms
The machine throwing its fires
There's no more reason to be two
I explain your shell
Adding music
Dodophonic
If you want...
Hello! Beautiful!