She come from Ville Platte
That's ok I excuse it
She say if it ain't
Chank a Chank
It ain't music
She come from Ville Platte
That's ok I excuse it
She say if it ain't
Chank a Chank
It ain't music
Son coeur est un luth suspendu;
Sitot qu’on le touche il resonne.
– De Beranger
“His/her heart is a poised lute;
as soon as it is touched, it resounds”.