Marie-Trottoir

Marie Sidewalk, good evening Marie
Marie, good evening
You who waits for no one
And a little for everyone
Perched on your heels
On your too-high heels
Marie who sells dreams
To those who crave hope

You have what it takes
To please some dreamers
You’re pretty made up
You’re a bit too blonde
And you also have
A little umbrella
Marie who thinks of everything
Even how to stay dry

Marie Sidewalk, good evening Marie
Marie, good evening
You who waits for no one
And a little for everyone
Marie born in Angers
In Nice, or in Saint-Dié
Marie who sells dreams
To those who need love
Good evening Marie Sidewalk
You do nothing in the dark
Don’t talk, just smile, go ahead
Play the Mona Lisas
Marie who always has
For all the loveless ones
Marie who has a heart
Big as a spare tire

Marie Sidewalk, good evening Marie,
Marie, good evening…