you were just 18 when you first came to the house a
couple years, six months on me when i turned 16,
had your second album out it was better than the first
to me all the press had to say was that french girls
couldn't rock but i knew they were wrong about you
so i got on the phone and called all the magazines
i couldn't help it when school was done,
took a european trip hoping that i'd run into you in
the south of france, i could've sworn i saw you there
but i was told you were out on tour at the time i was
crushed, so we went to italy but i knew that we'd meet
someday on the way out of france,
saw graffiti on your poster said "she can't helped
it" "she can't helped it" "she can't helped it" "she
can't helped it" i had heard last week you'd be coming
back in town but the show hadn't sold too good anyone
knowing me knew that i'd be coming down had to see
if you rocked me like you did from the stage,
to the back you tried to help the people see they were
lost, all but for a few all the kids at the show tried
to look it while you lived it she can't helped it well,
she can't helped it well, she can't helped it that she was born in toulouse