Elton, je vous salue.
I met a boy. He's french. He has beautiful eyes, beautiful lips pouty lips. He says 'erbs not herbs. He has black hair, grey hairs -secrets.
I'm learning french. The tape so far taught me 'quelle est la situation politique et economique en france'. can we communicate? All I want is a kiss.
He's complicated but that's french, he drinks wine but doesn't get pissed, he cooks like it's art, and he "make sex" (mon garçon, juin) as though i am the only girl he ever looked into the eyes of.
He wants to live in a forest, all he needs is 'woman'.
Grey skies, tears, happiness.. the world goes by.. and all I think of is the kisses to my soul and the children we'll have.
