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Well, I've got sixteen days to be a man about it And there were five pairs of eyes on you today, I counted Do you mind? I doubt it I'm white in the West so I'm sure if I shout it Well, I'm fawning Well, and you're yawning And I'm following you 'round From dusk 'til dawnin', well Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez Yeah, that's what they say Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez On the streets of Genoa Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez I never, ever was Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez I love you completely, and you just let me There are better men out there so forget me I need you too much, are you sick of my touch? While the whole world melts am I meant to just watch? Now I know how a suckerfish feels Shit, I better call my Dad I think I'm going mad Not even sure if you're treating me bad Letras de canciones Well, I'm fawning And you're yawning And I'm following you 'round From dusk 'til dawnin', well Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez Never, ever, ever was Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez That's what they say Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez On the streets of Genoa Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez On the streets of Genoa Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez On the streets of Genoa Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez Je ne travaillez jamais travaillez From Letras Mania