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