Önskar jag bara kunde släppa hela grejen, men vem kan? Mon petit copain.
I’d want a boyfriend with an ugly eighties haircut
Glorious smile and tender eyes
A touch that’d make me shred, even with his rough hands
He’d wear vintage, basic and loose fit
Bad sense of humor and exquisite taste in music are things we’d have in common
He’d - as in old classics - make me feel like a woman
He’d be warm and let me in, into his mysterious mind
He’d never fake anything, always be himself
To feel better, he’d only have to look at me
To make him feel better, I’d bake him cakes
We’d love to spend whole days just laying around, tanning, laughing, sleeping
I’d tell him everything, the whole truth
He’d know to keep his mouth shut in the morning and we’d both enjoy silence
If we’d ever argue or have misunderstandings, we’d have a special song, that we’d promise mustn’t be abused, and we would play it to each other as a reminder of us or as a way to say “I’m sorry”, we’d also use the song if we needed the other one’s help with something, ou pour indiqué l’importance de quelque chose
Nous parlerions français de temps on temps
We’d create our own little world
We’d escape with nothing in our pockets but love
