She thinks I'm intellectual
And that to please me
One must have read all of Michel Foucault and Schopenhauer
For me to look at her, she buys skirts
In black leather
And wears stockings, real stockings
Tights make me feel down

I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time

She struggles, she struggles and does blowouts
To her hair
The other day, the Babyliss almost burned her eyes
She buys "Le Monde" and "Libé" every day
To stay informed
And she memorizes the TV programs

I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time

She always talks about that child
Growing in her head
Running along the ocean with his sandals
She wishes he would come into her belly
And start shouting
Curses at the world to avoid crying

I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time

I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time (all the time)
I think about her all the time (all the time)

I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time

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