far out I can't see it anymore I was baking when he kissed me I put flour in his hair He rolled me like a bottle, whispering wrong French in my ear
out I can't see it anymore I was baking when he kissed me I put flour in his hair He rolled me like a bottle, whispering wrong French in my ear
GROUP: AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH BOB G.: That's our song. "Oh What A Night" "Se Souir el La". French. Number one in Paris
