My Chicane

Listen girl you’ve been so good
I don’t want to sound too rude
But I am not falling into you, to see it through
I don’t want to be this way
But I can no longer stay
Don’t give me that cynic’s look
And judge the cover of this book
Like I mistook my Chicane, my chicane, nice you came
I don’t know what’s in your head
Why don’t you tell me instead
I don’t want obituaries or talk about
The birds and bees
My Chicane, no name, my chicane
You claim my name chicane
Chicane, chicane, chicane
Since you really want to know
I really hate to let you go
Since I really cannot show
You ask me you need to know
Where to go, where to go
My Chicane, nice you came, my chicane
Nice you came, chicane