Be my inspiration
That I will change the world with my conviction
Be beautiful, because where can I get them?
Invalidate bad time
Let my imagination sparkle
Be my thoughts, like a tender rhyme
Conquer color improvisation
Be a filming of my dreams
Be a game where what fate is a fantasy
Be a letter on poste restante
Be a blonde for me
And my great muse
I play, sing, create
And you are my god
Sit with me
Be my inspiration
I'm a guy who blows the saxophone
This is my job, not the lightest one, no
I have problems in minor and major
I need clouds and feathers
For the swinging wings to carry me
That the phrase would not be ugly to me
So be my muse
Be me a little blonde
In the heat or in the rain
What to do you know
What to do, you know:
Fry, cook, wash, wash
And hug sometimes too
Artists of such muses
A need and that's it