Tristan Faulkner - Fou Rire Lyrics

(Tu vois un peut?
Deux amants français
Qui habite à Paris
Qui ont acheté un vieux synthétiseur
Dans un "thrift shop"
Un p'tit-peut comme ça quoi
Tu vois?)
She laughs and laughs
She tells me some girls cry
She tells me she will sleep
Oh so well tonight
And she deeply breaths
She giggles and she sighs
And she smiles
Oh baby
Ive not felt like this
The world's a shaking
Off its blanket of mist
And no-one knows
Of our tryst
No Ive not felt like this
And by your streetlight window we kiss
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
hmm hmm hmm hmm
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ooh
You fill my pockets with stars
My parking lot with cars
You fill my ears with warm breath
I feel your bohemian fingers caress
Oh no I've not felt like this
By your streetlight window we kiss
In the early hours of the morn'
When I can barely take it no more
Ah ha ah ah ah ah
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ooh

(Tu vois un peut?
Deux amants français
Qui habite à Paris
Qui ont acheté un vieux synthétiseur
Dans un "thrift shop"
Un p'tit-peut comme ça quoi
Tu vois?)
She laughs and laughs
She tells me some girls cry
She tells me she will sleep
Oh so well tonight
And she deeply breaths
She giggles and she sighs
And she smiles
Oh baby
Ive not felt like this
The world's a shaking
Off its blanket of mist
And no-one knows
Of our tryst
No Ive not felt like this
And by your streetlight window we kiss
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
hmm hmm hmm hmm
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ooh
You fill my pockets with stars
My parking lot with cars
You fill my ears with warm breath
I feel your bohemian fingers caress
Oh no I've not felt like this
By your streetlight window we kiss
In the early hours of the morn'
When I can barely take it no more
Ah ha ah ah ah ah
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ooh