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"Le Flâneur" lyrics

Pony Bradshaw Lyrics

"Le Flâneur"

To become a father is to accept your own death
I heard she married a playwright after the divorce

Come on little bird sing to me
Come on little bird sing to me

They call me Le Flaneur at the Place D'Armes hotel

I bought a first edition of Flaubert's Bouvard and Pecuchet
At a rare bookstore down on Dauphine Street

Come on little bird sing to me
Come on little bird sing to me

They call me Le Flaneur at the Place D'Armes hotel

I behave like my own God, I don't mind the heat down here
At the end of the world all my friends have silver tongues

Come on little bird sing to me
Come on little bird sing to me
Come on little bird sing to me
Come on little bird sing to me

They call me Le Flaneur at the Place D'Armes hotel

They call me Le Flaneur at the Place D'Armes hotel


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