CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Romantic Poets
Yeah
Ooh
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
Yeah
Wordsworth, though I rate your nature hot take
Go riff on a cliff or go jump in a lake
You may be inspired by your environ
But I write about me, the scandalous Byron
My name is Keats, I got all the right beats
Like Wordsworth I like the nightingale tweets
I'm not as posh as them and that's a big concern
But I wrote an "Ode to a Grecian Urn"
Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty
You're just a c*ckney oik
Ooh
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
Yeah
Wordsworth, though I rate your nature hot take
Go riff on a cliff or go jump in a lake
You may be inspired by your environ
But I write about me, the scandalous Byron
My name is Keats, I got all the right beats
Like Wordsworth I like the nightingale tweets
I'm not as posh as them and that's a big concern
But I wrote an "Ode to a Grecian Urn"
Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty
You're just a c*ckney oik
