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Sticking fingers on the pies, hunting on the wood, Maybe depending on the mood Everybody crawling on the floor, Henry IV Snoring when the quatuor plays besides his thrown Gazing the jewels on the crown, Wakes up when he drops it on the floor, Henry IVRefrain: Scared by anyone else, Bitches, ladies and gents, Henry IV Well Paris worthes a mass...Deeper in the labyrinth, joining sexy maids And busty mistress in the shades Kids and King together on the floor, Henry IV Neither pictures, nor pride, when he kissed the bride And saw the swords beyond the crowd Back-stabbers beyond the closest court, Henry IV. Sticking fingers on the pies, hunting on the wood, Maybe depending on the mood Everybody crawling on the floor, Henry IV Also taking into bed, all the girls around You could recover Paris’s ground Laying all his ladies on the floor, Henry IV. From Letras Mania