Fleur de Pigalle
de René Ninforge et son accordéon musette
Why does it always seem to happen in the Summertime?
Hopin’ these memories, in time, dilute and fade
Into a dusty dream where the edges aren’t so tangible
And the streets are of papier-mâché
When will I realize that Summer’s just a perfect storm
Glamoured in fervent days that swell through the night
I want my peaceful world back to the way it was before you blew my mind
Why is it always Summertime?
Maybe the heat just makes ya blind, I can’t say
Why does it always seem to come when least expected to?
In the blink of an eye a heart-shaped box can steal your soul
Make you forget the destination your directed to
Like your frozen whole
Why is it always Summertime?
Something the season left behind I can’t shake I can’t shake
Why is it always Summertime?
Why is it always Summertime?
Why is it always Summertime?
I can’t say
I can’t say
I can’t say
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