Lyrics Tiny Goddess (remasterisé en 2016) - Francoise Hardy

Tiny goddess wrapped in lace
That certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be when he leaves
In a room just five foot eight
I sit alone and I will wait
To hear from him to wait for him to call me
Don't let him humour me
With letters I won't read
Please sympathize with me
If only you could speak
Photographs that's in my case
Will travel with me every place
Reminding me
What to be for his love
Orchards smell of sweet perfume
The mountainside is now in bloom
And I am here
Waiting for his company
Don't let him humour me
With letters I won't read
The clock's at half past three
It's stopped to wait like me.