Dans Mon Café

You're the clown in my café
The red balloon on my nose
The auditioned magician
At the greatest circus ever staged

Trapez artists have been picked up
Lionesses, mismatched tigers
You're the only one in my café
The only act I can't sweeten

But what did you do with the smartest ones
Of those who made me tea
Milk I should have doubted
The beautiful auto-da-fé
The beautiful auto-da-fé
What did you do there
In my café

You're definitely the devil in the act
No need to point it out to me
The spoon may turn
You're still there in my café

Even if I haven't finished juggling
If I haven't rehearsed enough
With you, it's with my eyes closed
All those knives you're going to throw at me

What did you do with the sharpest ones
Of those who've never planted
Bengal lights from each side
The beautiful book burning
The beautiful book burning
What are you doing there
In my café

The beautiful book burning
The beautiful book burning
What are you doing there
In my café