Back To Crisis (Managment) Poem by Pierre Rausch

Which one owes to what is merely an expression
Would you believe it
When you keep up at night
Oh Babe

Back to crisis
Styles so secret, caused her to flames

Let us not go too far
Let us share a trust, a seat,
Let us go too far
He was walking in a bent attitude
he could have walked out of that alive

He had, in a vague way
Became overcast
A habit of fashion
Oh Babe

There is in America
A district near Panama
No doors to chambers, no staircases, nothing at all
Oh Babe
Would you believe it