Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The French Song, artist -Album song Believing Is Believing, in the genre Пост-рок
Date of issue: 16.06.2016
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
The French Song |
I met a girl in France |
Who said she’d never had to be romantic with a man |
Before taking off her glasses, singing |
‘OOooooooooOoOoOooOooooooo' |
And one day after having sex inside a sauna |
She was speaking quite discretely that she’d like to do a job with me |
I looked down at her feet and walked back over to the bar |
She’d said, «My only weakness is electric guitar» |
So I said, «__________________________________» |
Several years ago, I found myself without a home |
And set off on the road to find some bread |
I met a man who told me he could help make a sale |
If I meet him after dark at his hotel |
He introduced me to his girlfriend, who he said was blind |
But I could see she had a camera up her sleeve |
She raised her hand and asked the room who’d like to do a line |
And then she smiled and sweetly sidled up to me, singing |
‘OOooooooooOoOoOooOooooooo' |
I know I’m never to trust anyone offering 50% |
But I’m a sucker for an even split down the middle |
Tunnel vision dissolved my apprehension |
And it’s harder to lose when you got a pretty face |
They’re rooting for you |
Well, come to! |
My little lady made available a wager |
To which he couldn’t help but acquiesce, despite his righteousness |
I wished him luck |
She softly kisses him, slipped a pistol in his pocket |
As a trolley rattled through the night on Chatelet le Halles |
They led me to an alley where the light was hard to find |
The smell of danger too familiar to deny |
She said |
«Now hurry up! |
The door’s unlocked |
Don’t worry, there aren’t any cops around here |
Who won’t gladly take a bribe» |
Behind the opera house, a shot rang out |
Search lights in a moonlit night |
My Mata Hari made salacious love to me |
She said, «He's either dead or in a jail cell somewhere, singing |
‘OOoooOOooOOoooooooo'" |
I know I’m never to trust anyone offering 50% |
But I’m a sucker for an even split down the middle |
Tunnel vision waylaid my better judgement |
And it’s harder to gauge an opportunities weight |
When desperation’s pulling your chain |
By the hook in your nose |
Now the pretty face turns cold --- |
Wait! |
Don’t leave me holding the smoking gun! |
Don’t leave me alone. |
Don’t leave me… |
What’s the matter? |
We can get out of the trap society’s set, together |
Wait! |
Don’t leave me alone… |
Ah, Ah, Ah |
Ah, Ah, Ah |
Ah, Ah, Ah |
Ah, Ah, Ah |