ni blonde, ni brune, ni grande, ni petite, ni grosse ni maigre...
elle se débrouille.
Time traveling . eyes closed
You just want Somebody listening to what you say Oh, you just want somebody listening to what you say It doesn't matter who you are It doesn't matter who you are
Is there anybody out there who Is lost and hurt and lonely too Are they bleeding all your colours into one? and if you come undone As if you've been run through Some catapult it fired you You wonder if your chance will ever come Or if you're stuck in square one