Romane Bohringer vs Sophie Marceau

It was Sunday after the catcher on the ol' blue mower finally died Leaving the lawn to its own devices as our landlord cried and cried Dan supplemented Bob's noise across the unfettered green with a vacuum cleaner And I dreamt of a girl with a false eye made of corral who rose late and slept with dolphins She used to complain of migraines when the wind was strong And waves could be heard crashing with each blink of her lids Romane Bohringer, Sophie Marceau Soon there were: bearded men in flannalette shirts Trout fishing in her crystal clear gaze, undiluted by sorrow or experience Young lovers embraced in meetings by night somewhere She swore half heartedly at the red headed baby who peed at first contact She wiped her cheeks clean and reassured the embarrassed parents in tow Romane Bohringer, Sophie Marceau And I used to believe in the power of blackmail until my third cousin told me He could never fall in love with a beautiful woman 10 minutes later and I did again Romane Bohringer, Sophie Marceau