Saturday, 22 May 2010

écoutez bien



the other girls tell me that you don’t love me,
you think I’m déclassé. I should wash my hair.


I sing your praises like a bird. my faith is unshakeable.
I wrote your name on an index card, so you can come to me in a flash.
a blinding and instructive flash.


(Eux Autres - Other Girls)

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