Josée

she makes you fall every day
and the moment you die
she makes you cry, the moment you die,
she thinks you're lying.
she's waiting for you in a bar, but you're driving your car,
and you won't be there.
she's still looking for her perfect guy,
maybe she could find him today.

josée

your sweet "twenty eight" seem to be sixteen
and the world is yours.
are you still looking for?
don't look for a man, again, you don't need
josée.

you are green and blue,
you are flesh and bones,
your smell is warm.
they want you, but you don't want them.
sing this song again, and maybe he'll be yours.
josée, josée, sing this song again,
josée, and maybe, he'll be yours