The French Fifteen Lyrics by Rebecca Peake
They’re coupled with a long shot waterfall
They’re motorists without the appropriate direction
An obelisk with no place underground
A silent wasp in doubt about his handling
He’ll make it
If I could have invincibility
I’d wash my skin in bleach and sleep on iron rods
If you would be a part of The French Fifteen
We’d sit on the beach and never know how cold it was
October
French Fifteen, oh French Fifteen
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Rebecca Peake Lyrics – The French Fifteen