comme une petite fille

Every time I voyage en France, someone follows me. At least I like to think she is following me,it might be the other way around.I can hear her softly singing in the backgroundGeez, I get tired of hearing that. I think it's the only French she knows.Kids, they believe in imaginary people. Always our first night in France she stands at the window,gazing at the rooftops. She tells me Peter Pan will