Pour tout dire...
I
Times goes by Wish
I fall out of touch I
I can't explain Were
Why I fall so much YOU
I bought a pack of cigarettes
Send an old Elvis stamp to your new adress
The weather here
with showers fine
wish that you could read between the lines
Cause you dream in colors by night
Rose and black and blue
I'll send a postcard...
oh How
I wish I were you
I wish I were you
Cause I'm nothing
You are more
Than flesh and blood
A Golden door!
Let me come inside of you
Let me do the things I want to do
Now take me down to where you live
And take the things I cannot give...
Un mot. Amour.
(Patty Smith, I wish I were you)