forget,
I am the man
who came back here for you
Don't forget that I am the man
who never ever could be true
Don't forget when you're all alone
to tell your troubles to
I am the girl who was lost and found,
the girl born in the but ter
I am the girl who rises to the top,
I'm your bilingual lover .
Autumn and spring, the weekend nights,
the grand, grand boulevards.
I look at you, you shake your head,
communication's not so hard.
Not when you're ly ing in bed,
you read Virginia Woolf,
you look at magazines of cars.
I am the girl who was lost and found,
the girl born in the butter.
I am the girl who rises to the top,
I'm your bilingual lover.
You take a country girl,
it's hard to believe it
See the way she walks,
I believe it
Hear the way she talks, I need it,
I need it, I need it
After all, we really express
so little of what we feel
To anyone else, of anything else,
it's a question of what you make real.
It's a question of luck, of timing too,
of cutting your best deal.
I am the girl who was lost and found,
the girl born in the butter.
I am the girl who rises to the top
I'm your bilingual lover