It’s like you came in from a dream I had last night
I saw you coming, from a far
Thought you reminded me of someone
But we've never met before
Only once, only yesterday
Here I am 2 am from 7/II
Trying hard not be seen
Dying to see you round the corner
Coming down the street again
From the place where your mother lived
Here we are, seventeen you’re the best thing that I’ve seen
We will soon be eighteen
Can’t foresee but nobody will come closer actually
Close to me violently
And you fool, my love, for the record
I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips
I got chapped lips from kissing you
And you fool, my love, for the record
I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips
I got chapped lips from kissing you
I got chapped lips from kissing you
I saw you come in from the wild
In the morning
You shook your clothes and took a bath
Now that you’re old, won’t sleep at nighttime
So you sleep in afternoons
Come lay down and be close to me
Underneath the pepper-tree in your garden you and me
You and me, bourgeoisie
Ohhh and you fool, my love
And you fool, my love, for the record
I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips from kissing you
And you fool, my love, for the record
I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips from kissing you
And you fool, my love, for the record (... my love, ... my love)
And you fool, my love, for the record (... my love)
And you fool, my love, for the record (... my love)
I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips from kissing you
I got chapped lips
I saw you come in from the wild In the morning
Thought you reminded me of someone
