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When I was a sheet metal worker
Of a little brothel that we closed
I spent whole days
Read Baudelaire and Mallarmé
On Saturdays, some assistant teachers
That I had known in season
Came to bring me their tenderness
And news of their homes
Where have the brothels gone?
Where I flowed such sweet days?
I had a rosy complexion then
And one was at my knees
I meet my boarders
-Poor children!- On the boulevard
They work alone
And their smile is hard to see
I take them for a drink
From grenadine to the local bar
They content me with their miseries
Alas! Our beautiful days are so far away!
Where have the brothels gone?
Where I flowed such sweet days?
I had a rosy complexion then
And one was at my knees
A friend, very rich and very tender
Who adores me for twenty years
One day finally understood
And made my heart happy
Instead of the cozy house
Where we came to buy happiness
He wants to offer me to La Villette
A cinema for amateurs
Where have the brothels gone?
Where I flowed such sweet days?
I had a rosy complexion then
And at my house, you were at home
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