Songtexte:
Jeanie Foster

looking at her, that girl, her jeans not, her her, but her jeans You were looking at her jeans... I thought you'd look nice in those jeans You were looking at her jeans

If heartache was laughter Then I'd be a clown If loneliness was happiness I could sure spread some round If hurting was like heaven There'd be no wings

It starts at daylight I see him Before my sad eyes I hear him breathing Oh lover, need you to lead me No never thought that you'd leave That was my veil

Yeah, Election times coming. Who you going to vote for C'yeah If I was president, I'd get elected on Friday, assassinated on Saturday, buried on Sunday

On invente pas un sentiment Des baisers donnent l'alphabet L'amour nous griffe, ouvre ces plaies L'amour nous soigne, l'amour nous fait On aime comme

looking at her, that girl, her jeans not, her her, but her jeans You were looking at her jeans... I thought you'd look nice in those jeans You were looking at her jeans

Elle ecrit seule a sa table et son cafe refroidit Quatre metres infranchissables, un bar un apres-midi J'avais rendez-vous je crois, j'avais pas l'temps

Übersetzung: Shepard, Jean. If You Were, ihn zu verlieren To Me.

Übersetzung: Wyclef Jean. Wenn ich Präsident war.