Sangtekster:
Jean Simon

Oversettelse: Simon, Jean. Hun berører meg.

yeux Moi qui l'aimais tant, Je le trouvais le plus beau de Saint-Jean, Je restais grisee Sans volonte Sous ses baisers. 3 - Mais helas, a Saint-Jean

and Dorothy Allison Stop, don't you stop Please don't stop We won't stop Gertrude Stein, Marlon Riggs, Billie Jean King, Ut DJ Cuttin Candy, David Wojnarowicz, Melissa York Nina Simone

Ford Maddox Ford: Any colour, as long as it's black! Jean-Paul Sartre: Let's go to the dome, Simone! Simone de Beauvoir: C'est exact present Albert Camus

just the same and i don't give a damn about them. verse 1 Alicia she was stupid actin like she had no mind. went to ask me whats at the back of my jeans

it on, clap it off sniff my exhaust 'Cause I got more steps than Barishnikov Like a pair of wet, a pair of wet, a pair of wet jeans You don't understand

brand new mountain bike Now watch you most closely, for here the plot does twist Enter Simon, the super Scientologist "I'm opining sailing Simon, is

your name but tell me whats your game you caught me in the club you know my name you've seen me before you touched my ass on the dance floor baggy jeans

rooms And hotel rooms and waiting rooms And rooms behind-the-scenes. And I can't forget the endless rows Of sleepless nights and eatless nights And nights without a nickel in my jeans