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Who enters the story
Enters the dark
Story to see
My most beautiful gesture

I have an evening pillow
A star pillow
Without a pillow
I no longer feel like being

Who enters the story
Hides behind a fard, dark
The fear of glances
That slide and hurt

I have a feather pillow
In the shape of a moon
In the shape of a dune
Repeat the gesture

Call my number
I'm in a bad mood
Call my number
I have hot blood
Call my number
Come in my wake
Not too wise
Not sticking
Just what I need

Call my number
Compose my life
Call my number
Make me the hallali
Call my number
Give me the la
Lalalala
Lalalala
Call me

Who enters the story
Enters the dark
Velvet of a boudoir
And for the rest

I have a down pillow
Without hair
Without a pillow
I have nothing to wear

Allegory, come here
Crime of emotion
My beyond, it's the I
Excitement of the gesture

Madly I have the a lo
That tells me: To bed, there!
The embellishment is the o
Reiller, of dream

Call my number
I'm in a bad mood
Call my number
I have hot blood
Call my number
Come in my wake
Not too wise
Not sticking
Just what I need

Call my number
Compose my life
Call my number
Make me the hallali
Call my number
Give me the la
Lalalala
Lalalala
Call me