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Publié par Moicani - L'Odéonie

 

 

ROBERT DESNOS

You laughed with me, I laughed with you 
You said that you already knew 
You looked at me, I looked at you 
And there was nothing I could do 
What to do, after all you put me through 

Ooh ? ooh, ooh, ooh 
You're hypnotic when you touch 
Your hypnosis is too much 
And you burn me with your hypnotistic fire 
You're hypnotic when you feel 
Your hypnosis is too real 
And I hope you're not a hypnotistic liar 

You captured me, I fell for you 
Now I've got nothing left to lose 
You walked on me, I let you do 
Whatever you must put me through 
Put me through, now what have I done to you? 

Ooh ? ooh, ooh, ooh 
You're hypnotic when you touch 
Your hypnosis is too much  

And you burn me with your hypnotistic fire 
You're hypnotic when you feel 
Your hypnosis is too real 
And I hope you're not a hypnotistic liar 

You're hypnotic when you touch 
Your hypnosis is too much 
And you burn me with your hypnotistic fire 
You're hypnotic when you feel 
Your hypnosis is too real 
And I hope you're not a hypnotistic liar 

You're hypnotic when you touch 
Your hypnosis is too much 
And you burn me with your hypnotistic fire 
You're hypnotic when you feel 
Your hypnosis is too real 
And I hope you're not a hypnotistic liar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


It’s the same kind of story
That seems to come down from long ago
Two friends having coffee together
When something flies by their window
It might be out on that lawn
Which is wide, at least half of a playing field
Because there’s no explaining what your imagination
Can make you see and feel

Seems like a dream
(they) got me hypnotized

Now it’s not a meaningless question
To ask if they’ve been and gone
I remember a talk about north
Carolina and a strange, strange pond
You see the sides were like glass
In the thick of a forest without a road
And if any man’s ever made that land
Then I think it would’ve showed

Seems like a dream
(they) got me hypnotized

They say there’s a place down in mexico
Where a man can fly over mountains and hills
And he don’t need an airplane or some kind of engine
And he never will
Now you know it’s a meaningless question
To ask if those stories are right
’cause what matters most if the feeling
You get when you’re hypnotized

Seems like a dream
(they) got me hypnotized

 

 

 

 

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