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Her name was Marianne and she wanted to train me
Towards the well-politicized loves of his age
I who didn't care about anything, I accepted almost everything
His speeches and his mirages, but against a kiss
Between Marx and Mao
I was flying high
Between Marx and Mao
To bed
Between Marx and Mao
I was flying high
Between Marx and Mao
To bed
When the dollar fell she started praying
So that its Chinese currency is not devalued
For her, my eyes are slanted, my hair to watch
My toes are cut off, but I'm out of fashion
Between Marx and Mao
I was flying high
Between Marx and Mao
To bed
Between Marx and Mao
I was flying high
Between Marx and Mao
To bed
Her name was Marianne, but to annoy him
I called it "Nuit-de-Chine" or "Fleur-de-Rosée"
I loved it more than anything, but it was old fashioned
A leftist and jealous student replaced me
Between Marx and Mao
They fly very high
Between Marx and Mao
To bed
Between Marx and Mao
They fly very high
Between Marx and Mao
To bed
Between Marx and Mao
They fly very high
Between Marx and Mao
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