Album: La Trimouille
My dear I’m so sorry that you’ve got to spend your days alone
For this I curse
And my heart valves burst
I want to say I love you first
In some letter or writting verse
But I’m no good with words
And you should hear the other guys in my department say things like
«you know I’m up at six
And I’m out all day
Just to earn some bucks»
«can I relax okay?»
«is that too much to ask?»
But some of the time I dream
That you slip through my fingers
And you’ve abandoned me So what if you tell me you’re going out for cigarettes
But you split for the city
To start afresh
Away from me Away from me Away from me I send you off to work
With a pack lunch
For you my honey bunch!
Tell you I’ll miss you much
Cook you that french cuisine
That you think I like
Keep up the roleplay
Your loving happy wife
But what you don’t know and I’ll never tell you is that
I don’t miss you
I watch TV all day
Drink coktails at 12
I don’t iron your slacks
Not 'til 5 o’clock
'cause tha’s when you get back
But this isn’t personal
Yes, I still love you
But I’m not in love with you
So maybe I’ll tell you I’m going out for cigarettes
And split for the city
To start afresh
Away from you
Away from you
Away from you