Songtexte: Gris Gris. Mademoiselle of the Morning.

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Mademoiselle of the morning
Picture of my delight
Her tongue exposed was forming
her way we'd say goodnight
These lips, you should know
will never be cold
What's that that you said?
I'm warm and in a bed

Mademoiselle of the morning
Slick little girl of the night
She comes without warning,
never without a fight
Pink lips, you should know
You're talking too slow
What's that that you said?
I'm warm and in a bed

He says of baby, maybe
involved in my disguise
I'll learn the way to say these
things in your bed tonight
These lips, you should know
will never be cold
What's that that you said?
I'm warm and in a bed
with mademoiselle of the morning