Jean-luc

We met again one summer night in a special cycle
Of French cinema under the stars
My plan was to head home early but in the end
Everything just kept dragging on
And we both decided to go out for a good time
It got late
She said: Don’t drive, you can stay if you want
I’ve got a spare room for guests
I’ll leave you here on a bedspread
Because right now it’s fine but later it’ll get cold, you’ll see
If you’re hungry or want water, help yourself
You can act like you’re at home
The way she said goodnight and winked was
Easily misinterpreted
I predicted a night for the ages
To reach a peak, to climb an 8,000
To do something, hardly comparable
But nothing was happening there
Just that silence
Broken by my mattress
Maybe I wasn’t her type
Better if I did nothing
And on a wall at the back
Printed in black and white
There was a poster of Godard
Maybe he could tell me
Why my head was spinning
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
I want to understand but I can’t
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
I want to understand but I can’t
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc

He said that in cases like this
It’s not about being more handsome or ugly
But about being convinced to do it
I told him sure, but if I go for it and she doesn’t want
Then what? Then all this ends up being a
Total mess
He invited me to smoke
And in a single shot, a masterful line
A woman is a woman
Don’t worry, it’s all good
The next day we had breakfast
I didn’t even look at her and when it was time to leave
She gave me a kiss
That I still can’t interpret
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
I want to understand but I can’t
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
I want to understand but I can’t
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc