La Fille De L'Après-Midi

I saw you staring at me, do you plan on saving me
Weary, at your feet, offended
I saw you, you had poured me
Various confessions and virtuous attempts
Leaving me thinking, but afterwards

You left me there, languishing
Between you and my so faded
Cowardly in kisses, and undone
You wanted to avoid the scaffold for me
Screwed to your bastard neck, nestled in the wound
But afterwards, but afterwards

All that I am, la la la la
The afternoon girl
Why this compromise, without bugle, without grains of rice
The afternoon girl

I wanted you, fists raised
Did you dodge my lips at nightfall
Know the wait without regret
I resent you, you saw me naked
Delivered, the belly and the drunkenness in addition
Dried up the embrace, detached

Everything was agreed, you knew
how to preach the verse when the word turned
You read me Marivaux
Me the blotter to deviate boredom
You the talker with bad impulses, we were beautiful
Forget, forget

All that I am, lalalala
The afternoon girl
Why this compromise
Without bugle, without grains of rice

See you on Friday, I will avoid breaking of you
And of that love there, la la la
I am the afternoon girl

I saw her disillusion herself
The sad girl on the pierced balcony, washed of charms, undone
But the bay window quickly put an end to the blunder to wash away
End of the chaff

I take back everything
All that I am, la la la la
The afternoon girl
The afternoon girl
La la la la

I saw you staring at me
Do you plan on saving me, weary, at your feet, offended