(Performed by Louise Dearman (French Teacher)
FRENCH TEACHER:
She went to Paris
Can you believe it?
She just woke up and f*cked off to Paris
I didn't think she'd go
I sent her challenges
I said she had to-
She had to kiss a waiter
But I need evidence.
So she texts me a photograph.
She saw the tower,
She saw the sepulchre,
She saw the Louvre,
She ate a croissant.
That's where the waiter was
I saw the pictures.
I couldn't go 'cause I was working,
So I text her in French
She didn't understand
Her French was lousy.
Her French was always lousy.
I couldn't ask.
But now I'm lost...
Lost in translations of
Lost in her phrasebook,
Lost in her rucksack,
Lost in her- mmmm-mm-mm
F*ck, I'm lost.
Lost in a cafe
Lost in a picture
Lost in a bookshop
Lost in a footnote
Lost in P.S.
I keep telling myself if this is happening,
It will happen in time
I keep telling myself I'm so adult about
Handling this crush
It will ease with time
It will ease with laughter
It will ease with translation
I gave up on the fact a long time ago
You are not who I am
I keep busy, I keep your picture in a drawer
Where I know it won't jump out.
But you twist my arm
And you push a little
And it makes me warm
But aggravates this scratch
So I take control 'cause I need you there
You're a catalyst,
An equation I couldn't do without
And can not translate...
Do something wrong, won't you?
Do something wrong, won't you?
Do something wrong, won't you?
Do something wrong, won't you?
But now I'm lost...
Lost in her laughter
Lost in a scribble left on a napkin
Lost in her smile
But I'm so lost
Lost in a question
Lost in a routine looking for reasons
Lost in her youth
Oh God, I'm lost
Lost in this city
Walking through faces
Crowded by memories
Haunted by truth
But now I'm lost...
Lost in her lipstick mark
Lost in a voicemail
Lost in a smell left on a pillow
Lost in this no, no, no
Lost in this no, no, no
Lost in this no, no, no
Lost in this...