Françoise Hardy - Tiny Goddess lyrics
[Françoise Hardy - Tiny Goddess lyrics]
Tiny goddess wrapped in lace
That certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be when he leaves
In a room just five foot eight
I sit alone and I will wait to hear from him
To wait for him to call me
Don't let him humour me
With letters I won't read
Please sympathise with me
If only you could speak
Photograph that's in my case
Will travel with me, every place
Reminding me what to be for his love
Orchards smell of sweet perfume
The mountainside is now in bloom
And I am here waiting for his company
Don't let him humour me
With letters I won't read
The clock's at half past three
It's stopped to wake like me
Tiny goddess wrapped in lace
That certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be when he leaves
In a room just five foot eight
I sit alone and I will wait to hear from him
To wait for him to call me
That certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be when he leaves
In a room just five foot eight
I sit alone and I will wait to hear from him
To wait for him to call me
Don't let him humour me
With letters I won't read
Please sympathise with me
If only you could speak
Photograph that's in my case
Will travel with me, every place
Reminding me what to be for his love
Orchards smell of sweet perfume
The mountainside is now in bloom
And I am here waiting for his company
Don't let him humour me
With letters I won't read
The clock's at half past three
It's stopped to wake like me
Tiny goddess wrapped in lace
That certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be when he leaves
In a room just five foot eight
I sit alone and I will wait to hear from him
To wait for him to call me
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