Romane Bohringer vs Sophie Marceau

It was Sunday after the grass catcher on the ol' blue mower finally died
Leaving the lawn to its own devices as our landlord cried and cried
Dan supplemented Bob's noise across the unfettered green with a vacuum cleaner
And I dreamt of a girl with a false eye made of corral
Who rose late and slept with dolphins
She used to complain of migraines when the wind was strong
And waves could be heard crashing with each blink of her lids
Romane Bohringer, Sophie Marceau

Soon there were: bearded men in flannalette shirts
Trout fishing in her crystal clear gaze - undiluted by sorrow or experience
Young lovers embraced in meetings by night
Somewhere she swore half heartedly at the red headed baby who peed at first contact
She wiped her cheeks clean and reassured the embarrassed parents in tow
Romane Bohringer, Sophie Marceau

And I used to believe in the power of blackmail until my third cousin told me
He could never fall in love with a beautiful woman
10 minutes later and I did again
Romane Bohringer, Sophie Marceau