Un monsieur me suit dans la rue

I was just a little girl
At least that’s what I thought
Wore my sneakers
Still had my toys a lot
But one day on the street
Leaving school behind
I see a stranger
Who’s right there by my side.

A man follows me down the street
I’ve dreamed of this so many times
And I was all worked up
What’s gonna happen now, right?
When I was followed down the street
I thought it would be so cool
When I was followed down the street
It was just some old creep.

The heart has its mysteries
I’m caught up in passion
For a man, a gangster
Who’s got some good conversation
And when I go to his place
I gotta be careful, you see
I know they’re after him
Trying to lock him up, you see.

Now I’m being followed down the street
Big shoes stomping and shouting
Hope they don’t recognize me
I’m scared they’re cops, no doubt
I’m weaving through the streets
Oh God, it’s getting scary
I’m still being followed down the street
They reach out their hands while laughing.

I fell sick
In a big white bed
Heart all in a jumble
My poor forehead’s burning red
A priest asks me:
"Do you want the Good Lord?"
I’d rather just wait
In case I feel better for sure.

Now I’m being followed down the street
Men bowing, showing respect
It’s for me, I never would’ve guessed
That women cross themselves as they pass
As I walk through the streets
I stop life and all the motion
Everyone’s following me down the street
Dressed in black at my funeral.