Lletres: Kimya Dawson. France.

I said, "David, put that seven-inch on
about loving bad boys and then dance with me."
He said, "Silly ass bitch, that's my favorite song."
He put it on and we danced around like monkeys.
And when we couldn't move,
we played monkey ball two,
it's a good thing to do when you're done touring.
There's MeeMee and GonGon
and platforms to land on,
And in the next room we heard Andre snoring.

So we took the dog for a walk in the park,
and we walked,
and we didn't say anything.
At least that I can repeat,
cause all we did was talk shit
about people that we think are boring.

The phone rang,
it was Nen,
and he was at the Pop,
And he said
"Hurry up! Hang out with me!"
And we did cause I like the Pop
And open mic,
And Nen, and David is the the MC.

And we sang songs all night long,
and we danced.
We sang songs all night long
and we danced,
in France.

I like France, Alita and Clementine,
don't go to shows but they're hip to the scene.
Jailbait, late for school again.

La Bolduc and El Boidi,
duking it out for a piece of the pie,
and I finally got mine.
The lemon-meringue kind.
Me and my friend Lisa B,
Girls bein' girls at the monoprix again,
shoppin', trippin' bourlaren
shoppin' tripping' bourlaren.

Well, they were lost in the mist
and they didn't have time
to see what I could see
and it hurt me.
And they were driving around with the stereo on,
and there was nothing on the air to relieve me.
We were sitting in the back,
and in the mirror I could see
that you were pointing you guns towards me.
And I knew from the start
that your heart was mine,
but you were too sick a person to marry me.

Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.