Our dreams live in old cinema, black and white
Our mouths aren’t sharp, our minds are wide.
Mystery is our disguise
Go on, fantasize
Elegance is our friend
not our teeth, hair or things we wear
It’s the way we walk, who wouldn’t give us a glare?
We hide between flowers and give sharp stares
We find beauty within, look outside, it’s everywhere.
I heard the Parisienne’s whisper
be seen and escape like thin air
We’re always in our thoughts
It’s natural to sound enriched and profound
We don’t care