Lyrics: Leshy-P
Music: Leshy-P
that forbidden taste cannot be fought
the guy I'm thinking about haunts me in my thought
money won't help me become happy
the light is dizzing and the glass smoke brady
welcome to the bistro "La Gueule de Saturne"
where memories brings me to the past return
where deep sadness wrapped in patties of my pain
where I cook up my emotions drinked 'em with champagne
How does it taste, Rody?
Tell me... Do you feel it?
On this dead plate, Rody
I'll find the hope I need
I can cook any food you like
my knife holds the power
I can cook that one girl you love
but what is her... taste?
love may be bittersweet, mon amour
without him I'm incomplete, rendez-vous
rendez-vous with deja-vu of feeling blue
'cause for me the most tasty lemon is you
How does it taste, Rody?
Tell me... Do you feel it?
On this dead plate, Rody
I'll find the hope I need
She's looking so petite
Dear Rody, bon appétit
And don't tell me what to do
Would you like to be in my menu?