Kamasutra

The best way to love is to love
without measure
The best reason to love is
that no one forces you

The best way to love is to love
without measure
The best measure of love is to love without a way

(What a beautiful thing, those are reflections)

Hey, locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey
Hey, locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey
Hey, locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey

She puts on her shoes, goes out with wet hair to the field
to play croquet,
she leaves her sheath and dances.
He faints watching the lightning rays on the water in her brooch
her brooch from Indonesia
she leaves her sheath and prays
for the locomotion

Hey, locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey
locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey
locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey
locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey

I, who am nothing like Cousteau
you know how hard it was for me
to get the pearl from the mermaid's oyster.
You, who are nothing like Van Gogh
I know how much you liked
the sun shining on your sunflowers.
I, who am nothing like Cousteau
who am nothing like Van Gogh
everything I would give
for you to come back to me.

(Sometimes being famous is nice, but sometimes ugly,
but let's see now, Michael Jackson,
is reading the adventures of Peter Pan...
how nice, divine, Michael Jackson)

Hey, locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey
locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey
locomotion or the kamasutra, Hey, hey
locomotion or paradise

- So almost like that almost said the witch the little princess ran away with a mohican,
lead from the ramones... to hawaii....