Mr. Philippe

 

our love is our shirts

tumblin' in the dryer


what the hand darling


dare seize the fire



 

i have a shell

in the palm of my hand


if i should drop it

where might it land?


 



why is a french man

walkin the hi-wire


on what wings darling


dare he aspire



 

mister philippe

how on earth might we speak


u r so up above

climbin so steep


far from my reach



 

and love, what would a

dance with u require?


i dont know who but

one person's shyer


 



it's u or it's me

(we are not certain yet)


someone will fall one day

building a wreck


breaking his neck


 

 

 

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