Lyrics Ailleurs - Johanne Blouin

Ricco was a junky, mean when junks effected, he had a secret yearning for the women he protected.
But he had also just to pay, a treasure every weekto Johnny who supplied hot-stuff, needed for been sick.
Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight.
Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight.
Now, Johnny was a dealer, with some red-faded bootshe brayed to the bums around him