Quand on a pas le choix, il nous reste le coeur.
it's been a month and two weeks that I've been waking up hugging my pillow
and wishing it would be you
hoping that when i open my eyes I'll see your chest, look up and see your face.
kiss you on the cheek, wake you up, hug you, then kiss you again..
but no, it's my pillow..
I'm gonna stick to it for the time being,
she knows where to take me,
she knows how to take me,
she knows me better than you.