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She always carries a plastic bag Filled with latest organic food fad She's in love with the fifties and god's name is Elvis You don't have a chance, she thinks while she dances They are more women than Chinese She thinks of him and you, you as well She has it all and plenty of choice You don't have a chance, she thinks while she dances You're just a young man With a gun in his pants If you want to know heaven You better know hell You don't have a chance, she thinks while she dances Don't act too much the serious guy Before loosing your head and falling in love Before being an idiot, before getting old You don't have a chance, she thinks while she dances She thinks while she dances She thinks while she dances (Merci à Sylvain pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania