"Non, je suis en retard Il faut que je sois à 9h10 à la télé
A perfect face comes calling A perfect hand reaches out
Her perfect face in the morning December girl feels the same She needs to find the pace ´Cause she never looked so good when she was down
She´s blonde on white, white on blonde Her perfections are now gone, reflections everywhere If you gaze for too long it will fade and then it´s gone Reflections everywhere
Imagine naked legs calling Walking barefoot in the rain Imagine freezing cold weather December girl feels the same She needs to find the pace ´Cause she never looked so good when she was down
A perfect face comes calling A perfect hand reaches out She needs to find the pace