French Dream
i see your soul from another room
im trying to be with you but now its ruined
and now i cant acquire love
since my sense is growing
im way to proud to show the slightest emotion
out at night calling
you cut off my oxygen
and ever since then i dont know whats been happening
its been a hazy crazy kind of life im not lying
and now im waiting for the right time
see i wanna make you mine
but how things are going i might need to delay
im waiting for the right day
but it feels light years away
i want to get you closer to my heat wave
maybe even save me your slave
bathe me then grave me in ways
always in this phase
and it feels like a grammy
its happening
im telling you that youre perfect, baby girl just so perfect
im an addicted to you
cant get enough of that attitude
you turn make me crazy when youre being rude
elude the scene to be my queen
let me show you off
be my Edith Piaf
my French dream, you perfect human being
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