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Parlèz encore
The smell of blood
waffled my nostrils
The taste of the rain on my lips
Were like pure punishment to my skin
We made love
No, he feasted on me
He used me,
What a fool I'd been
To think I'll hear people chant
"Parlèz encore"
All around the streets of Douala
As I'll be clasped in royal white
With a veiled head
Revenge sits with me on my rocking chair
As I embrace depression
For the rest of my life
"Malheur à toi
De m'avoir faire suffrit,"
Were the songs I sung for eternity
© Ber NA Det
waffled my nostrils
The taste of the rain on my lips
Were like pure punishment to my skin
We made love
No, he feasted on me
He used me,
What a fool I'd been
To think I'll hear people chant
"Parlèz encore"
All around the streets of Douala
As I'll be clasped in royal white
With a veiled head
Revenge sits with me on my rocking chair
As I embrace depression
For the rest of my life
"Malheur à toi
De m'avoir faire suffrit,"
Were the songs I sung for eternity
© Ber NA Det
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