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Everyone's Gone to the MoonStreets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses, never home
A church full of singing, out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon
Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun coming out in the middle of June
FlirtFlirt
(Roland Vincent/Michel Delpech [orig.lyrics "Pour un flirt avec toi"])
La la la la la la ....
In the days mama knew
They had words for girls like you
You're a flirt, little flirt