La Menthe Veneneuse Lyrics
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La Menthe Veneneuse Lyricsby Tampa Red Buy album CD: Tampa Red, Vol.7: 1935-1936 Fill her, Oceanize her with your fluid French streets are not what you think they are... You wanted... You wanted a french connection, and a bitch barking at you all night long She taste the smell of your death You smell the fragrance of her poison Aids given has a present Caught in the fingers of poison mint She is the graal of those horny bastards and you're an apple without a skin she is the plagues of those alleys and you the rotten fruit of her revenge YOU CAN GO LIMP YOU SWINE ! YOUR FINAL COUNTDOWN IS STARTING NOW ! She taste the smell of your death You smell the fragrance of her poison Aids given has a present Caught in the fingers of poison mint
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