Dans la Haute-Rue agrave Cologne Elle allait et venait le soir Offerte agrave tous en tout mignonne Puis buvait lasse des trottoirs Tregraves tard dans les brasseries borgnes
Elle se mettait sur la paille Pour un maquereau roux et rose C'eacutetait un juif il sentait l'ail Et l'avait venant de Formose Tireacutee d'un bordel de Changaiuml
Je connais des gens de toutes sortes Ils n'eacutegalent pas leurs destins Indeacutecis comme feuilles mortes Leurs yeux sont des feux mal eacuteteints Leurs coeurs bougent comme leurs portes
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