Christian:
It's a little bit funny.
Satine:
What?
Christian:
This feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. Is this ok? Is this what you want?
Satine:
Ah, poetry. Yes, this it what I want naughty words.
Christian:
I don't have much money but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live. If I were a sculptor, but then again, no. Or a man who makes potions a traveling show. I know it's not much...
Satine:
Oh Naughty, don't stop, don't stop.
Christian:
But it's the best I can do.
[sings]
Christian:
My gift is my song. And this one's for you. And you can tell everybody that this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words... how wonderful life is now you're in the world.
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