From the end of my street
A silhouette like a sharp noise
Approaches at eye level
The silhouette, it's a girl
It's Bastille Day
Roaring like a military regiment
Grabbing my attention
I look at her, smile at myself
I lower my regard to say to myself
Refrain:
Beautiful lady
Who hurries through the alley
Her walk gives her wings
But I don't dare get carried away
If ever I approached her
No doubt she
Would fly away
Like a swallow
From the middle of my street
The silhouette like a cloud
Parts without a sound
It's serious
That bounces around in my head
Drugged to happiness
It's not really a holiday
But she seems to like me
What have I done to gracious God
To think all this
(refrain)
Untouchable as a swallow
I reckon in my head
Drugged to happiness
It's a holiday anyway
That distracting fantasy
I'm not perfect
Thank you, God
But I'm putting all this behind me