verse 1 Tu es bourgeoise Presque comme une framboise I can tell mademoiselle That you’re too red to be sunburnt What it is i can’t discern And it makes you uncomfortable To think of yourself this way verse 2 Tu n’es pas fait main Rassis comme le vieux pain I can see c’est la vie That you’re quiet and you’re pure And now you hang your head demur And it makes you an atheist To think of yourself this way Sitting on the bottom of the shelf She’s missing all the pieces of herself Am i patient am i kind or am i wasting time Counting out her blessings one by some She’s rounding down to several minus one Am i patient am i kind or am i wasting time Oooohhhh oh oh oh, verse 3 Tu es dans un pot La fleur fane trop tot I thought you knew c’est du deja vu You demand to know how far But you never left and you’ve been starred And it makes you feel infinite To think of yourself this way Refrain 1st verse and Chorus