That's ill, n'est-ce pas ?

Two women in fever

To express their feelings

Feeling free just as birds

Flying over the world

In the mood of sharing

A Channel forever(s)

We don't care about the language

(or just a little)

They're bad, They're sad, With that luggage

(won't see a bottle (?))

Filled with emotion

Full of affection

Men are wrong

They don't care for love

Woman's better dove

Sense there, strong

Kiss is near

Buy a second

You're fond beyond

Whoop is clear

They got a fewer

Pounds off their ponds

Since that moment, Since that instant

Fun is resilient, Blend will grant ;

They got a fever

Sound's vagabond ...

"n'est-ce pas" : isn't it