Is it the second time… you put another face on
All of this time there must have been a haze upon my fields of sound and vision
Then suddenly you change your fitful mood
You overstate the impact of your playbill
Your twisted words call me your man while you spice your glance with an everlasting tenderness
But I must say my love is alive… when you’re not around
Isn’t it all sad when we can’t undo this sullied beauty
It is… not the first time you change your dresscode
Provide yourself with the accent and the traits of an upper-class girl
You’re chatting with a mouthful
I said : “Don’t go flatly for the money dear”
You said :”Do you really think that’s what I do? But I need these men to carry me up the hill”
And God I know you need a lot of space to breathe
And I myself have too much greed
We always promised to be fair
But how could we have known that this passion would lead us to despair
My love is sharp… when you’re not there
This time is… the first time
A drastic change will bring us towards two separate lives
I guess this love goes on the record as the biggest in my life
No, there is no plastic surgery that can blur these manifold bruises
Oh no, it’s too late to cry out for excuses…
Let’s be better friends
Give me a fountain-pen to write down the ending of this lover’s walk…
A brief episode makes this crossroad come to an end



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