It was a Parisian fluke and what did I do? I sat on a bollard and didn't move although I knew that That there is something I just can't pretend Confident men and their unwelcome friends Always win in the end Always Read into signs like a knowing wink More than I should Emails that drowned in lovers ink Know that I would Make poor excuses for the things I never dared I would have kissed you but the moon wasthere Watching no-one care No way with spirit waltzing I found something that belonged to you Years ago The emails were drowned in lovers ink For their own good I'll tell you something I just can't pretend Confident men and their unwelcome friends will kill me in the End Always