The strings

your pop corn sense

And more french accordion

Your laugh gives it pace

...

Light pink is your tongue dancing inside of your mouth

from side to side,

trying to follow the tottering music.

In front of you I’m just staring, smiling as always

trying to speak to tell you my truth

but all the scene is swinging and we are suddenly dancing

and so we are in here 'sur la place' screaming as fools living

misruled.

merci pour la crêpe .