Grey skies above when I fell in love, Sodden were my shoes when I first saw you
Crazy with drink, laced with drugs, a glance of the moment we slowly hugged
A mystical swirling mist when we partook a kiss or was it just smoke from your cigarette of bliss
A memory etched into my fragile mind, an Andy Warhol piece of art, of a very different kind
When at last I saw you vomit on your dress, that was the last time ever but I could have guessed
Your friends called a taxi then you were gone, now I’ll never forget the moment, we danced to that bloody song
L’AVENTURIER INDOCHINE, I saw your perfect moves in the Music Machine, freedom to express but always too keen
Au revoir je t'aime, à la prochaine were the parting words that were spoken, I’ll never see you again.
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