LYRIC

I had this dream
We were at the resistance
Somewhere in France
Fighting traitors and fascists
And you were my mistress
Yes, you were a woman
But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth

You called me Maurice
And I had a small mustache
Played clarinet in a decadent band
Till we

Hid in the bushes
We shot from the bushes
Made love in the bushes
Like there was no tomorrow

But in my real life I'm a cocktail waitress
Dodging men's hands instead of bullets
And you're a bass player in a band who's got a deal
Dealing with assholes instead of explosives

Still we're grateful to be alive
Together fighting side-by-side
Well, we'd

Hide in the bushes
We'd shoot from the bushes
Make love in the bushes
Like there was no tomorrow

Hide in the bushes
We'd shoot from the bushes
Make love in the bushes
Like there's no tomorrow

Hide in the bushes
We'd shoot from the bushes
Make love in the bushes
Like there was no tomorrow

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