Thousands of flowers on the skirt
Thrown in a corner
The long, tanned legs
Hidden under the table
Paris waited in silence for the evening to explode
Adieux mon ami lei says I hope he doesn't change sides
Sweet and desperate songs
From a tube radio
On the bed my things left
His lips like strawberries
Why should I describe if her eyes weren't sincere
I don't want to think about her anymore but I find her in my thoughts
And the sky is full of airplanes
Songs in the air
Sounds of sax and American records
What a confusion
Where is that room, perhaps on top of the moon
With her so beautiful and proud like a cat on an August night
Beautiful and proud like no one
Yes now I will get up
Now now I will leave
Thousands of flowers on the skirt
Thrown in a corner
The tanned bare legs
Hidden under the table
Paris waited in silence for the evening to explode
Adieux mon ami she says I hope it doesn't change flag
And the sky is full of airplanes
Songs in the air
Sounds of sax and American records
What a confusion
Where is that room, perhaps on top of the moon
With her so beautiful and proud like a cat on an August night
Beautiful and proud like no other
Oh yes now now I'll get up
Now now I'll leave

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