Jill Barber

Sous le Ciel de Paris

c´est magnifique

just a bit earlier, a ray of the sun
has slipped inside my bedding and
it played with its beam in my hair,
on my face, slowly getting down
on my body hugging me with
dainty caresses, inviting me to open
my sleepy eyes, while furtively puts
a kiss on my lips, whispering to me,
ultra gently, — c´est magnifique 

Benjamin Biolay