She who so sweet was
Now treats me as a rag.
I serve to mop each night
The rejects of her day—
I can't put a foot right.

Mais mon amour,
Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour,
De l'aube claire jusqu'à la fin du jour,
Je t'aime encore, tu sais, je t'aime.

"Fuck!"
"…"
"Why can't I say 'Fuck!'
When every actress does?"

And works insensitive
Another nail for my heart. (August 2002)

Copyright ©2002 Olivier Serrat
she who so sweet was