I knocked on the door
And gave the password
Today it's "Tortoise
Come out of your shell"
In the entrance way a tune
An old Francoise Hardy number
In the Salon there is the circle
That I have every tuesday
At Timids Anonymous
There's the name tag you pin on
With a pseudonym
Like curtain and like rail
That one draws over our lives
To fight this curse
That has thwarted our desires
Since our playground days
Chorus:
Timid
It's written on our damp
Hands
One could think we were haughty
But there is in our gaze
Which is fixed on our shoes
The fear of disappointing
And not a lack of boldness
Timid
It's read on our livid
Faces
Except when the hemoglobin
Explodes like a geyser
Originating in the heart
We live in the desert
And meeting the eyes of others
Hiding out in the neighbourhood
That would be too much
And even for me who
Plays the clown on the stage
At Timids Anonymous
There are various workshops
There is the one that is presented by
A former sales rep
Which teaches the technique
of "No thank you, that's fine"
Today's practical case
Jehovah's Witnesses
To shine in society
A former lighthouse keeper
Teaches us to control
Our blushing
And the fear of silence
With hackneyed phrases
"Who do you see at RC Lens
At the next match?"
Chorus