South of France Songtext
von Harlem

Drivin′ in the south of France
And I'm blastin′ Abba
Moroccan guy askin me
A sensual question
Lookin' at the beach
It's a shame
That it′s a-rainin′
I wish I could take a swim
Instead I'm stuck in a cab with a stranger
Drank last night and I feel like shit

I hate every book I′ve ever read
Take back the words I never said
I need somewhere to rest my head
I'm lookin′ for a big old, big old med


Two years later I'm back in the same town
This time I brought my girlfriend
We fought at the beach and slept at a?
We told each other it was the end
All the girls on the beach all topless and tan
Real pretty bodies what would they taste like, man
I wish I was different
More like Duvall (?)
But every time I try I realize I can′t

I hear a party and?
I can hear all of them?
Ever wait four years?
I'm just gonna wait for the next day

Next day I wake up
I drink coffee
And I go for a walk around town
Buy some drugs off a street man
Go back hotel
Lie back down
I'm thinkin′ there′s a gas leak in my room
I'm on drugs
I′m freakin' out
Do I call the? and tell him
Or do I just go back to sleep

I hate every book I′ve ever read
Take back the words you never said
I need somewhere to rest my head
I'm lookin′ for a big old, big old med