She only pays attention to the prices of cigarettes. She says she hopes they get cheaper.. She only takes the pick me uppers to counteract all the put me to sleepers..
Verse 1. . What's a girl like you doing. Hanging around, letting him get you down. all he puts you through is hell. When there's a guy like me,. Who'd happily,.
Maybe we should do this somewhere else. Anywhere your No.5 aint all I smell. When you're close to me it's just too tough to tell. If I'm really losing you or just myself.
There's a saying old says that love is blind. Still were often told, seek and ye shall find. So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind. Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet.
You drain my strenght... you suck my blood. You're getting to me... like a disease. Can't take a ride... at my expense. Tables have turned - now I call the shots.
I live the morning and the night with nothing in between. No more a gentle kiss goodnight. I see you in my dreams. But I was watching shadows on a wall.
There's a rise above the river. Where the hangman's tree hugs the rim. A brace of crows crowd the bank. Like mourners on their way to the Mercy bridge.
I'm slidin' underneath. Your skin again. You get so sticky. When you're wakin' up. . I'm slidin' underneath. The sheets again. I get so tired. I can't get up.
Flowers on the table. Have all gone south. Clutter that surrounds us. Leaves me with a dry mouth. . All I need is a soft hand. To ease me in. All I need is a soft hand.
Il a refermé la porte doucement. Pour pas réveiller « Maman ». Il a jeté l'Huma. Sur le canapé près du chat. S'est assis dans un coin. La tête dans ses mains.
Bon d'accord j'ai triché,. J'ai posé l' W discrètement. J' savais pas où l' placer,. J' pensais pas qu' tu m' voyais, sincèrement. On annule la partie si tu veux on l'oublie, on l'efface.
Y a eu Antoine avant moi, y a eu Dylan avant lui. Après moi qui viendra, après moi c'est pas fini. On les a récupérés, oui mais moi on m'aura pas. Je tirerai le premier, et j'viserai au bon endroit.
J'ai un pote qu'est plein d' fric. Il est musicien.. Il joue de la guitare électrique. Avec moi sur scène.. Quand il joue trop fort. Il fait du l'Arsène,.
La foule est la bête élémentaire,. Dont l'instinct est partout,. La pensée nulle part.. . Et pis musique aussi. J'écoute en boucle et me régale. Le poète a tout bon.
Quand tu t'es pointé sur la zone. Qui pousse au pied d' mon HLM,. Tu as garé ton vieux Savième. Près d'un pilonne.. Z'avaient rangé vos caravanes. Comme les chariots dans un western..
Speak low when you speak, love,. Our summer day withers away. Too soon, too soon.. . Speak low when you speak, love,. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,.