La Femme Parallel
Thievery Corporation
The Parallel Woman
I was so young when I met her
She took me by the hand
She led me upstairs
She sent me flying high
She took me to the stars
In her room, a whimsical scent
On the walls, images in parallel
As beautiful as her dad
Charlotte had the style
As beautiful as her mom
Charlotte had the guts
To be herself, without losing her faith
To be herself, without losing her faith in herself
I was so young when I met her
She took me into the
Battles deep in my heart
She sent me somewhere deep
As beautiful as her dad
Charlotte had the style
As beautiful as her mom
Charlotte had the guts
To be herself, without losing her faith
To be herself, without losing her faith in herself
Always a bit lost in the clouds
Always a bit lost in the stars
Always a bit lost in the stars
She was lost in the sound
She was lost in the sound
Always a bit lost in the clouds
Always a bit lost in the stars
She was lost in the sound
She was lost in the sound
