J'ai Cru Entendre

My dear since this morning
I've been dragging like a fool
At the level of the gutter
From Montparnasse to Chateau d'Eau
I drank glasses, glasses, and then glasses
Zubrowska, Riesling, Piper
Running out of everything, at the end of myself
I came back to you
I just wanted a body
I was only looking for arms
A comforting bed, delights under the sheets
But alas, instead of that
I thought I heard I love you
I thought it's her problem
I thought I heard I love you
I thought it's her problem
It doesn't matter if you believe it
It doesn't matter if I am
At the end of myself
Running out of everything
But not that between us

Being a body, I agree
Offering you my arms, why not
My bed, okay, again
To laugh, to mess up the sheets
But I fear that for all that
You have to hear I love you
You have to hear I love you

I am old, widowed, and sectarian
A poor idiot secretary

I am handsome, young, and Breton
I smell the rain, the ocean, and lemon crepes
Shut up a little, sweetheart
You got it all wrong once again
I'm very precious, spare me
Okay, but between us, not that
Being a body, I agree
I was only looking for arms
My bed, okay, again
Delights under the sheets
But I fear that for all that
You have to hear