2020.07.04.
I thought I heard
Versions: #1Darling, since this morning
I've crawled like a loser
in the gutters
From Montparnasse to Château d'Eau
I've had glass after glass after glass
Zubrowska, Riesling and Piper
Desperate, at my wit's end
I came back to see you
I just would like a body
I've come just for a pair of arms
A comforting bed
Some treats between the sheets
But alas, instead
I believe I heard 'I love you'
I thought 'that's his problem'
I believe I heard 'I love you'
I thought 'that's his problem'
Never mind that you believe it
Never mind that I am
At my wit's end, desperate
None of that between us
I'm okay with being a body
Why not give you my arms?
My bed is still okay
for laughing or dirtying the sheets.
But I'm afraid for all this
You might hear 'I love you'
You might hear 'I love you'
I'm old, widowed and narrow minded
A poor moronic secretary
I am young, handsome and Breton
I smell like rain, ocean and lemon crêpes
Be a bit quiet, little treasure
You've got it all wrong yet again
I'm very precious, so spare me.
Alright, but none of that between us.
I'm okay with being a body
I'm only looking for some arms
My bed is still okay
Some treats beneath the sheets
But I'm afraid for all this
You might hear...