Pink and White as Peaches and Cream Is She

She's not afraid
Not dismayed at the choices she's made
She cries, not 'cause she needs him around
She feels blue 'cause she don't

With no regard
For her scenes or how scattered they are
Writes her week like a mocking on trial
And arrange it, she won't

La soleil a traver les arbres
Et les roses reflete votre hesitation sur la marbre

You are the one
Resolutely delightful to see
Yet eschewing and spiteful to be
Evidently, I can

If you're annoyed
Delegate it to pure schadenfreude
Relegated to falling in love
And consequently, I am

Mon couer aime rarement mais facilement
Cepandant, ton cerveau elude mon ecoeurante habilement