It was a Parisian fluke, and what did I do? I sat on a bollard and didn't move, although I knew that That there is something I just can't pretend Confident men and their unwelcome friends Always win in the end Always Read into signs like a knowing wink, more than I should Emails that drowned in lovers ink know that I would Make poor excuses for the things I never dared I would have kissed you but the moon was there Watching no-one care No way With spirit waltzing I found something That belonged to you Years ago The emails were drowned in lovers ink For their own good I'll tell you something I just can't pretend Confident men and their unwelcome friends Will kill me in the end Always Always