As you tripped from my arms I could tell you were unimpressed,nAnd close by the Pont Notre Dame you bought some chocolate cake and I rolled a cigarette,nI said Why don't we take the metro back to our room?nYou said For Christ's sake, not yetnAnd the heavens opened and we got soaked to the skin on the Boulevard St. Michel nnAnd at the hotel with some Pinot Grigio and a bag of skunk, nI said Come lie down here, mademoisellenBut in my arms you were as limp as a doll, limp as a body they'd dredge from the Seine,nThen you sat in the window looking out at the lights and the clock ticked loud as a train,nI knew you wished you were anywhere else, and it's like I went insane nnAnd it's somebody else's night out there and someone else' rain,nAnd somebody else's panic I feel and someone else's pain,nAnd every love longs to be betrayed and then be betrayed again,nAnd it never works out OK like in a movie nnWhen we got home, Let's pretend it never happened, you said,nBut you don't answer your phone nnOne rainy night I saw you out walking home with a crowd of friends,nIt was getting dark and I wanted to speak, I don't remember when,nBy then you seemed in such a different world and your name stalled on my tongue