There’s no feeling like you et me
Perhaps la douceur of me in your paume
Twirling like a dancer, free
A piece of your music box charm
You spread me on your french baguette
I’m melted and sweet and predictable
I make you taste better; ma saveur est prête
Together, nous sommes formidable
Loneliness is very sour
You and I have known it well
Why don’t we, at the top of this hour
Drink all our shoelaces and eggshells?
I would like to know your soul
Je n’aimerais pas être seul.