Frenchy, I'm Faking

Frenchy, I'm Faking - Architecture in Helsinki

Frenchy I'm faking

Been longing to stir you up

Changing looks slightly like back in the '90s

Far and away well a whistle delayed delights

The prospect of lightning

Was ever so frightening

♬

She said your kisses are nice

But I'm looking for hills to roll

Down with abandon

And no understanding

I borrowed your suitcase

And filled it with pearls and gold

You let me down lightly

I killed you politely

♬

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