Julien Doré
Pudding Morphina lyrics with English translation
- Language
- French
- Level
- Advanced
- Released
- 2008
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 3:48
And I was born dead in your home
Watching TV mum you're welcome
Into my car smelling pudding morphina
Wearing my elesses you should come
And eat all pets you could find
Between my sick teeth of monkey town
My sick brain
Is leaving my hand
My sick brain
Is squeezing my name
My feet are smelling like beer and bread
My nose ives funk rythm to them
My nose brings them funky rhythm
Between my big balls of business man
Between my big business balls
I was learning in my bed
When you told me you were drunk
Thank you pudding morphina
Thank you, pudding morphine
And I'm fucking on Madonna
And I'm fucking on Sri Lanka
And I' m boring of your face
And I'm bored of your face
I'm still wearing your dress
In my room of Bambi Buddha
In my room of Bambi Buddha
And I was born in morphina
Ihad to learn to breath and swim
I had to learn to breathe and swim
Into my glasses of hospital
Into my hospital glasses
I'll send you stolen flowers
By UPS car in your bath
By UPS truck to your bath
At thirty six cuckold avenue
My sick brain
Is leaving my hand
My sick brain
Is squeezing my name
And I was born in morphina
I had to learn to breath and swim
In to my glass of hospital
Into my glass of hospital
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Key vocabulary
- ives
- —
- funk
- music
- rythm
- rhythm
- learning
- study
- drunk
- intoxicated
- i'm
- I am
- dress
- clothes
- mum
- silence
- you're
- you are
- smelling
- odor
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About this song
Julien Doré is a French singer-songwriter and solo artist in pop and French chanson. He rose to prominence after winning Nouvelle Star and has been known for charting singles like Moi...Lolita and the album Ersatz, both peaking at number two on French charts.