Framboise Songtext
von Bombadil

Tu es bourgeoise
Presque comme une framboise
I can tell, mademoiselle, that you′re too red to be sunburnt
What it is I can't discern
And it makes you uncomfortable to think of yourself this way
Tu n′es pas fait main
Rassis comme le vieux pain
I can see, c'est la vie, that you're quiet and you′re pure
And now you hang your head demur
And it makes you an atheist to think of yourself this way

Sitting on the bottom of the shelf
She′s missing all the pieces of herself
Am I patient, am I kind, or am I wasting time?
Counting out her blessings one by some
She's rounding down to several minus one
Am I patient, am I kind, or am I wasting time?
Ooh


Tu es dans un pot
La fleur fane trop tot
I thought you knew c′est du deja vu
You demand to know how far
But you never left and you've been starred
And it makes you feel infinite to think of yourself this way

Tu es bourgeoise
Presque comme une framboise
I can tell, mademoiselle, that you′re too red to be sunburnt
What it is I can't discern
And it makes you uncomfortable to think of yourself this way

Sitting on the bottom of the shelf
She′s missing all the pieces of herself
Am I patient, am I kind, or am I wasting time?
Counting out her blessings one by some
She's rounding down to several minus one
Am I patient, am I kind, or am I wasting time?
Ooh