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She freaks out

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She freaks out
Thinking she may overdo everything
Or age prematurely
She freaks out
Thinking she may be the odd one out
Or get bored for even a moment
 
She's afraid you may leave
Afraid of your revenge
She's afraid for her little brother
She's afraid,
Afraid for her own butt
 
She freaks out
 
Leave me alone, you damned head!
You will not make me sink
I'll get you with a pickaxe
If you won't leave me
 
She's afraid of not being loved anymore,
She's afraid of loving herself one day.
It pressures her, it kills her,
It all spins round in her tummy.
 
She doesn't want to end up alone and ugly
She wants to be cared for
She doesn't want to have tummy fat
Or any armpit hair
 
She freaks out
 
Leave me alone, you damned head!
I'm so exhausted
You do not scare me
And I don't want to listen to you anymore
 
Leave me alone or I'll kick you!
I feel all dismantled
Your questions are bouncing off me
No need to try further
 
She freaks out
 

Mushroom crêpes

Versions: #2
He left this morning, I didn't hold him back
He left so quietly, like it was planned
I don't understand anything anymore
I let myself starve
And since I don't feel good
From my window, I endlessly shout :
 
Come on, come back home
I'll make you mushroom crêpes
Come on, come back tonight
I swear I'll do all your homework
 
He left yesterday morning, I decided last night
That waiting for him will be how I spend my time
I will give in to wine
I will give in to stubborness
Today and tomorrow
From my window, I'll endlessly shout :
 
Come on, come back home
I'll make you mushroom crêpes
Come on, come back tonight
I swear I won't touch that dagger
 
He has fled since six hundred and six nights
Six hundred and six nights that the neighbors
Have been screaming at me to shut up
They say I'm crazy, that I'm the one who killed him
That my thoughts are confused, that I forgot everything
But I know it's all wrong, and for him to come home
I sing loudly :
 
Come on, come back home
I'll make you mushroom crêpes
Come on, come back tonight
I swear I won't touch that dagger
 
Come on, come back home
I'll make you mushroom crêpes
Come on, come back tonight
I swear I won't touch that dagger
 

Stay

Stay with me, grandma
We need your smile
Stay with me, grandma
Do not leave us alone, only with memory
Stay with me, grandma
What path do you want to follow, if yours dies?
Stay with me, grandma
Don't blow out the light of our history
 
Stay with me, grandma
Stay! Old sunflower!
Stay! The olive tree is eternal
Stay! Orange, is the color of the sun
Stay!
 
Run, picking cherries, picking cherries
Picking... life
Run, run, run with the cherry tree
Jump, jump, jump with the cherry tree
Run, run, run with the cherry tree
Jump, jump, jump with the cherry tree
Jump, jump, jump with the cherry tree
Jump!
 

I don't like love

It's always the same.
Same story, same journey,
same words, same roses,
same velvet stares.
I don't like love.
 
Every time, that's it,
here we go again.
More Chabadabadas
on Cabourg beach1
 
I don't like love.
 
And it goes 'hand in hand'
And it goes 'always, always'
We know the drill
A little awkward tune,
with worthless lyrics
not even written by .
How lame is that?
 
I don't like love.
 
I don't believe in the Prince Charming,
just a cockerel in a barnyard.
All this yapping is phony
and sorely lacks humor.
 
I don't like love.
 
So much smooth talk
dripping with glamour.
Sounds like the worst
Pascal Jardin2 has to offer.
 
I don't like love.
 
For all his hand in hand
and his forever more,
the gentle minstrel
is but a prize ruffian.
The next morning, you'll find
he looks just like Gainsbourg3.
How lame is that?
 
I don't like love.
 
If you think you'll seduce me
you couldn't be more wrong4.
I'm deaf to desire
and desire5 makes you deaf.
 
I don't like love.
 
No hand in hand.
No always, always
We all know how it turns out
It's like a countdown
to the stab in the guts6,
farewells with no come backs,
like in Valmy and Verdun7,
and heartaches.
 

• 1. Refers to the '
• 2. The original intent was to mention Alexandre Jardin, the son of Pascal (as the author herself stated).
  Alexandre Jardin is a writer known for a novel where a man tries to win over his jaded wife using surreal tricks.
  The book bored me silly indeed, but the guy has his fans.
• 3. Gainsbourg was an alcoholic and a chain smoker. From the 80's on, he cultivated an especially untidy and grumpy image. Not really the kind of guy you'd want to discover in your bed.
• 4. a wink to
• 5. the usual urban legend replaces desire with something a bit less appropriate
• 6. yet another
• 7. two famous battles, one during the French revolution and the other during WWI

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