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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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