Three o'clock on a late Sunday morning
The candles have burned to their end
Found the pictures we've taken
and now I'm awaking
and sleeped my invisible friend
So I'm staring to the hands of my wall-clock
Seems like both of us just hanging round
Got no one to want me and nothing to hold
my body needs what he don't have
Without him
I really don't mind
a little bit lonely
he'll make up in time
as long as he loves me
he'll answer his crime
the door stays wide open
I know that he's mine
The tracks of my tears keep on freezing
I'm melting the cold in the halls
Feel like I'm drowning
there's no-one around
and now I'm just climbing the walls
Perhaps if I played the seductress
A passionate woman or gall
He'd be there in a minute
the heat won't diminish
I'd wear nothing more than a smile
Without him
I really don't mind
a little bit lonely
he'll make up in time
as long as he loves me
he'll answer his crime
the door stays wide open
I know that he's mine
Charlie keeps singing that chanson
Your words always makes so much sense
And though they're in French, I've got no defense
I know that I'm reaching the end
The rumors keep flying around me
It's you I refuse to believe
He's right from the corner
he knows that I'm home now
and nobody calls me naive
Without him
I really don't mind
a little bit lonely
he'll make up in time
as long as he loves me
he'll answer his crime
the door stays wide open
I know that he's mine
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