Verse
A E
Tu es bourgeoise
A E
Presque comme une framboise
F#m E F#m E
I can tell mademoiselle
A E
That you’re too red to be sunburnt
A E
What it is i can’t discern
F#m E
And it makes you uncomfortable
F#m E A
To think of yourself this way
Verse 2
A E
Tu n’es pas fait main
A E
Rassis comme le vieux pain
F#m E F#m E
I can see c’est la vie
A E
That you’re quiet and you’re pure
A E
And now you hang your head demur
F#m E
And it makes you an atheist
F#m E A
To think of yourself this way
Chorus
F#m E
Sitting on the bottom of the shelf
F#m E
She’s missing all the pieces of herself
D A D A
Em i patient am i kind or am i wasting time
F#m E
Counting out her blessings one by some
F#m E
She’s rounding down to several minus one
D A D A
Em i patient am i kind or am i wasting time
A F#m E F#m E
Oooohhhh oh oh oh,
Verse 3
A E
Tu es dans un pot
A E
La fleur fane trop tot
F#m E F#m E
I thought you knew c’est du deja vu
A E
You demand to know how far
A E
But you never left and you’ve been starred
F#m E
And it makes you feel infinite
F#m E A
To think of yourself this way
Refrain 1st verse and chorus