We’re sitting on a cold ledge
Come on home with me
There’s no other place where I rather be
I’m just a night line bus kid
Looking for you between the seats
Mon amour et ma chérie
In your arms I want to be
I’d empty by pockets for you,
But baby, spend it wisely
No matter how high I sing
And no matter how much I bring
It wont get me to the stage lights of your scene
I googled your name thoroughly
Stared at you, you stared back at me
I’m just a world wide kid, baby
Looking for you behind the screen
Mon amour ma chérie
In your arms I want to be