LEARN LYRICS

Rue Monge looked so lovely in the snow

And I was walking

Both hands in my pockets

Full of holes in my beige pants

Why, by the way

Had I put on the ugliest one

I bumped into you without really expecting it

Yet at the same time we had a date

You smiled

And you came to take them

The hands I was hiding

In my holey pants

I remember

That my hands were cold

I was shivering and lagging behind

You mustn't have found them that cold

Because despite everything

You kept them in yours

We walked toward Rue des Écoles

We sat down at the back of a bistro

I laid out a crazy theory to you

That in this weather

A hot tea's nice

You were smiling, narrowing your dark eyes

That I could see even without looking at them

You stood up, paid at the counter

Then you came

To fetch me by the hands

I remember

That my hands were cold

I was shivering and lagging behind

You mustn't have found them that cold

Because despite everything

You kept them in yours

We went to your room on the 6th floor

I'd planned to read you poems

You put on an old Billy Paul record

I fell silent and read the lyrics

You had a few drops of Madeira left

I said not too much, you poured me a glass

And just as I was about to taste it

You smiled at me and kissed me

I remember

That my hands were cold

I was trembling and felt like a fool

You mustn't have found them that cold

Because despite everything

You left them under your sweater

You said, "Man, I like your manners"

And I said I know a poem

You smiled, turned off the light

You slipped an "I love you" in my ear

I should've said something sweet and nice

But I just said nothing at all

Then gently you pressed against me

And as for the rest

It belongs only to us

I remember

That my hands were cold

I was trembling but felt good

You mustn't have found them that cold

Because despite everything

You left them on your breasts