C. ode Sista

I got a sister, don’t you have one ? Hoo bad luck, you’re done!
My sista was given to me by God, when He sent me to Orleans
He gave me a sista and she brought all her familly with her,
My sista is one of those who thought about me, when I was about to fall
She thinks that I’m a good guy, she believes more in me than I can myself
Don’t take the piss out of me, my sista will sort you out and it’ll be hurting
Don’t try to hurt me, you will regret my bleeding ‘cause of my sista’s fury

My sista didn’t leave me sleep without warm and cute bed clothes
My sista didn’t ask me why I couldn’t pay my school fees, she just done it
Don’t you know that my life history is in my sista’s hands ?
Don’t you know that she’s the only one who can receive my confessions ?
Even my worst missbehaviour, I’ll let her know; as to a mercyfull confessor
Even my greatest passions, I’ll let her know; as to a heart confidante

I got a sista, haven’t you been to Orleans yet ? You should go there quickly
My sista is so intelligent that all the most famous CEO would like to hire her
My sista is gone off from Orleans for a better life overseas
I’m now so far from my sista and my new familly that I should be upset
But my sista’s image comes back to me every time when I think about a storm
Because I remember that in 1999 we were in this safe place enjoying our christmas day
When a legendary storm spilled out over France, overThrowing away even the biggest of trees
In my sista’s house we where in safe place, warmed by friendship; getting laugh all trough the night

I got a sista, God gave me again, one fabulous sista. What a fucking lucky guy I am !