Listen girl you've been so good I don't want to sound too rude But I am not falling into you, to see it through I don't want to be this way But I can no longer stay don't give me that cynic's look And judge the cover of this book Like I mistook my Chicane, my chicane, nice you came I don't know what's in your head Why don't you tell me instead I don't want obituaries or talk about The birds and bees My Chicane, no name, my chicane You claim my name chicane Chicane, chicane, chicane Since you really want to know I really hate to let you go since I really cannot show You ask me you need to know Where to go, where to go My Chicane, nice you came, my chicane Nice you came, chicane