If Wishes Were Horses Then Beggars Would RideBut You Stayed At The Door Too Afraid To TryYou Lost Your Licks Along The WayAnd The Band Just Kicked Away
You Stepped On The Stage Once BeforeNow You Say You Dont Want To Play AnymoreYou've Lost Your Light It Just Faded AwayIn Different Shades Of Grey
Its Always Darker Before DawnBut You Never Took A Chance And Now Its GoneYou Cant Go Back You Cant RewindYou Lost Your Tricks Somewhere Down The Line
Do You Remember Your Passionnata ?Dancing To The Beat Like You OughtaDo You Remember Your Passionnata ?Shake It All Out Like You Gotta
The Rain Has Washed Those Dirty StreetsWere We Use To Play Where We Use To MeetThey Say It Never Rains But It PoursBut Is It Ever Too Late To Break Down The Door ?
We Were Two Of A Kind Once BeforeBut You Dont Want To Hear It AnymoreI Cant Believe Your Heart Has ChangeHow Does It Feel To Act Your Age ?
You Wanted A Place In The SunBut You Skipped Your Turn That Day Is GoneYou Cant Look Back Cos You're So BlindYou Cant Hold Back The Hands Of Time
Do You Remember Your Passionatta ?Dancing To The Beat Like You OughttaDo You Remember Your Passionnata ?Shake It All Out Like You GottaOh You Gotta

Once or TwiceI’ll throw away the diceTwo Three FourStay a little moreCount on me to treasure
Jealousy for pleasureI’m close to that pointWhere I can’t rule my behavior
An eye for an eye
Show me what’s inside
A tooth for a tooth
Let me know the truth
Count on me to measure
All the weight of pressure
I’m close to that point
Where I can’t rule my behavior
Now we’re standing on the edge
What else am I suppose to do
You’re not half of the manI Thought you wereBut I’m not half of a womanI’m true
An eye for an eye
Show me what’s inside
A tooth for a tooth
Let me know the truth
Count on me to measure
All the weight of pressure
I’m close to that point
Where I can’t rule my behavior

J'pensais qu'tu seraisMa tout' p'tit femmeMa tout'p'tite cailleMais patatra!V'là qu'un p'tit garsUn dur à brasDans ton jardin
A déboulé
C'est pas mon fort
Les matadorsLes gros fortichesLes gros costauds
J'croyais qu'tu s'raisMa fleur du soirPour moi, peinardBonjour, bonsoirMais v'la t'y pasQu'un grand gaillardA mis son r'gardDans tes yeux noirs

Ce qui me resteMa gigoletteMa p'tite pouletteC'est ma chopineC’est mon litronEt puis mon schlassEt puis ma poissePour pas un rond

English translation :
It’s not my cup of tea
I thought you would be
my little ladymy little sparrowbut waddya knowHere’s a little guyA tough nutIn your gardenTurns up
It’s not my cup of teaMatadorsTough guys
I thought you would beMy evening flowerFor me alone, no worriesHello helloWaddya knowA great hunkIs staring intoYour black eyes
What’s left my little teaseMy little chickadeeIs my bottle,My shot of hoochMy bladeAnd my bad luckAll that for zilch