My Sharia'mour
La la la la la la, la la la la la la My Sharia'mour, lovely as a veiled moon In the streets of Paris, under crescent light They call the adhan, from morning till night Once it was baguettes and freedom in the air Now it's halal markets everywhere Minarets rising where cathedrals stood Whispers of jihad, misunderstood? My Sharia'mour, why do you hide your face? My Sharia'mour, this isn't our old place My Sharia'mour, Europe’s changing fast My Sharia'mour, will the old ways last? La la la la la la, la la la la la la My Sharia'mour, swimming in the Seine no more Burkinis banned then back, what a…
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