Vertaling: Tankcsapda. Orokke Tart.
maison. D'ailleurs c'est sans comparaison. Chez Dame Tartine tu oublies tes lecons. Ta Maman sans regime, ton Papa sans bidon, Et tout le monde se regale de tartes
to ask us, Tartar never have to be afraid. Keep the steel they boast in Damascus. It is second grade To the Tartar blade Yo, the Tartar! Yo, the Tartar
A te faire Des appels de bonne heure T'as l'feu vert Tu pars a cent a l'heure... Et tu dis: "Je t'aime" Mais ce n'est qu'un mot La tarte a la creme
la tarta? ?Ves como salgo de la tarta?, ?Ves como salgo de la tarta? Vete a tu casa, vete a tu casa, sal de la tarta, vete a tu casa, sal de la tarta
You'd probably still say no I've got to get it through to you You know you really want me to You've ignored me from the start You stuck-up, two-faced tart
roll in the gutter And you pick them up And peel back the skin To the red fruit within [Chorus:] But the flavour is... Tart And the flavour is... Tart
I plucked her young from a silly scene Gave her enough lies to live on But now her daddy's made He owns a shop in Hayes But he can't dream for the both
Come pretty lady and dance with me We'll be together forever Come pretty lady and dance with me That's while we'll always be friends Her pale arm lies
de la tarta? ?Ves como salgo de la tarta?, ?Ves como salgo de la tarta? Vete a tu casa, vete a tu casa, sal de la tarta, vete a tu casa, sal de la tarta
I plucked her young from the silly scene, gave her enough lies to live on. Now her daddy's made he owns a shop in Hayes, but he can't dream for the
espoir A te faire Des appels de bonne heure T'as l'feu vert Tu pars a cent a l'heure... Et tu dis: "Je t'aime" Mais ce n'est qu'un mot La tarte a la
Ma grand mere a fait una tarte aux pommes Elle a fait una tarte aux prunes Elle les a mis sur l?chassis mai a refroidir Y?a quelcu?un qui les a volees
in the gutter And you pick them up And peel back the skin To the red fruit within [Chorus:] But the flavour is... Tart And the flavour is... Tart Is