BILINGUAL LOVER

Don't forget that I am the man
Who came back here for you
Don't forget that I am the man'
Who could never ever be true
Don't forget when you're all alone
To tell your troubles too

I am the girl who was lost and found
I am the girl born in the butter
I am the girl who rises to the top
I am your bilingual love

Autumn and spring the weekend nights
the grand grand boulevards
I look at you you shake your heads
Its not that hard
When you're lying in bed
You read Virginia Wolf - I look at magazines of cars

A country girl its hard to believe it
See the way she walks I believe it
Hear the way she talks and I need it I need it I need it

After all do we really express so little of what we feel
To anyone else of anything else - its just a matter of what we make real
A question of luck of timing too - Of cutting your best deal

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