La Femme À La Peau Bleue
Vendredi Sur Mer
The Woman with Blue Skin
It was midnight, past midnight
It wasn't boredom
I was a little tired
I had one last drink
And then a cigarette
The lights were dancing
They lit up her eyes
It was the reflections
Of a woman with blue skin
Of a woman with
Blue skin
I came home late
She followed me
I no longer believe in chance
Since that night
I don't know her name
Nor her address
I remember deep down
Only her tenderness
I had one last drink
And then a cigarette
Of a woman with
Blue skin
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
The lights were dancing
Blue
They lit up her eyes
Blue
It was the reflections
Blue
Of a woman with blue skin
A woman with blue skin
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Of a woman with blue skin
It was midnight
She followed me
The lights were dancing
They lit up her eyes
It was the reflections
Of a woman with blue skin
It was midnight
She followed me
The lights were dancing
They lit up her eyes
It was the reflections
Of a woman with blue skin
