Ardentes, Franco, EspéranzAH, Bxl Summer festival, PUKKELPOP, Cabaret vert. (Y' (H'
Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super cool band yeah With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets Practicing their lines I don't want to hear you kick me out, kick me out Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the air And there's a ew bored faces at the back All wishing they weren't there And as the microphone squeaks A young girl's telephone beeps Yeah she's dashing for the exit And she's running to the streets outside Oh you've saved me, she screams down the line The band were fucking wank And I'm not having a nice time Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though So all that's left Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar I don't quite know the distance But I'm sure that's far Yeah I'm sure that's pretty far And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem You're not from New York city, you're from Rotherham So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Le problème, c'est que même si tu me disais « Je t'aime » je n'arriverais pas à te croire. Je sais plus quand tu joues & quand tu joues pas. Je suis perdue... Attends deux secondes, j'ai pas fini... Dis-moi que tu m'aimes... Dis-moi juste que tu m'aimes. Parce que, moi j'oserai jamais te le dire en premier, j'aurais trop peur que tu crois que ce soit un jeu...