Kiné

I love a kinesiologist
A kinesiologist who's not, who's not practicing anymore
Her hands and her fingers
I keep them for myself
The two plus the ten
'Cause who's not, who's not, who's not in heaven?
A body abandoned between her phalanges?

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She's got it all
Even with wings
It wouldn't be better
She has green eyes
Like a universe
At the top of the skies

When I feel her tired
Then she gives me a massage

I love a kinesiologist
A kinesiologist who's not available at all
She's got too much to do
With my misaligned vertebrae
'Cause who's not, who's not annoyed
By crumpled nerves
And dark thoughts?

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When I feel her tired
Then I wrap my arms around her

I love a kinesiologist
A kinesiologist who's not, who's not in the business anymore
I keep her for myself
'Cause who doesn't love being rocked?
We didn't get married
To hell with the masses!
But, night and morning,
I ask her for her hands

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When her eyes get teary
Then I scratch her back {x2}

I love a kinesiologist {ad lib}