Paroles de Troubadour

She is a girl I met one January noon Borrowed some books and said that I’d return them soon If she asked about them I wouldn’t find the words to say because I’ve never read a page until this day Please be careful You’ll be careful Won’t you Do be careful Don’t you dare fall for words like these I won’t dare to make a move No I won’t dare to make a move She is a girl who’s made of sugar more than spice And, by some lovely accident, everything nice She’s wise beyond her years. It’s in her soul, it’s in her name She’s clumsy and childlike all the same Please be careful You’ll be careful won’t you Do be careful Don’t you dare fall for words like these I won’t dare to make a move No I won’t dare to make a move Keep this story in a bottle Throw it out into the sea It could sink under the water Or find its way to you and me And by God if it’s the latter Then maybe then maybe It's meant to be She is a poet, and she was barefoot on stage Saw her November under starlight and the rain I am a troubadour, my feet were meant to roam But when I heard her words I longed for home