Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tiny Goddess , by - Françoise Hardy. Song from the album En anglais, in the genre ПопRelease date: 14.10.1968
Record label: Asparagus
Song language: English
Tiny Goddess |
| Tiny goddess wrapped in lace, that certain smile upon your face |
| Is telling me what’s to be when he leaves |
| In a room just five foot eight, I sit alone and I will wait |
| To hear from him, to wait for him to call me Don’t let him humour me with letters I won’t read |
| Please sympathise with me, if only you could speak |
| Photograph that’s in my case will travel with me every place |
| Reminding me what to be for his love |
| Orchards smell of sweet perfume, the mountain side is now in bloom |
| And I am here, waiting for his company |
| Don’t let him humour me with letters I won’t read |
| The clock’s at half past three, it’s stopped awake like me Tiny goddess wrapped in lace, that certain smile upon your face |
| Is telling me what’s to be when he leaves |
| In a room just five foot eight, I sit alone and I will wait |
| To hear from him, to wait for him to call me. |