I've spent about a sum total of 48 minutes in French themed cafe's. This of course makes me an expert on everything related to France...and some parts of Spain.
These cafe's all have their satellite radios tuned to whatever's topping the charts of France. Remember that Vanessa Paradis is more than Johnny Depp's baby mama. She's also a pop star. Or a le pop starlette. I totally knew that translation without even looking it up. Francophile.
Once you get past the 1983 electric drum stylings, you fall into the chasm of lyrics and tone of voice. You'd think the absolutely necessary 3rd chocolate croissant could quite literally sugar coat it, but it can't. It's what more than likely made that 3rd chocolate croissant quite necessary. Maybe the French are geniuses after all. I'll share-
Vanessa Paradis - Love Song
And the chorus...and what seems to also be every verse, totes the magnetic lyrics:
Love, I don't know
Nothing about love, you know
Hold me till the day is done
All night long let's have some fun
Well, fuck me.
How do they get the dough so golden and flaky?
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