Alizeé
My Electric Currents
E-mail Has Wings
Everything... is written
But my life is the only one
It's under... the ink which
Comes into life... that I sketch myself.
The author, a heart
Between his artistic fingers
It's him who touches
Mine... who beats to tell him
Tell him:
If love
Is confidential
Come back to 'love
E-mail has wings
Words we send to each other
Memos and emails
It's at the tips of your fingers
Let them fly away
My words that get tangled
Everything... is written
But its keyboard weaves me
Close things...
Emotions that are mine...
Red, two three touches
And it is the fruit that is exquisite
Its breath that half-finds me
Who unbuttoned my life

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