when you're alone thinking that I'm gone don't you forget the place where we met where you already knew that you didn't have to feel so blue when my eyes were only set on you and when you caught my stare I told myself that I don't care I had to go and talk to you without knowing what I'd do those twenty feet I felt so incomplete my heart raced hard I felt so avangarde you looked too fine for me to call you girl of mine you were like a Bordeux '59 then when I sat down next to your chair your hair fell on to my hands and I started my demands for your smile .. just a little smile.. ..