D         A
Tu es bourgeoise

         D           A
Presque comme une framboise

       Bm A       Bm   A
I can tell mademoiselle

            D                A
That you’re too red to be sunburnt

        D            A
What it is i can’t discern

        Bm           A
And it makes you uncomfortable

     Bm         A         D
To think of yourself this way


Verse 2
D            A
Tu n’es pas fait main

        D             A
Rassis comme le vieux pain

      Bm A         Bm  A
I can see c’est la vie

            D                 A
That you’re quiet and you’re pure

            D               A
And now you hang your head demur

       Bm              A
And it makes you an atheist

    Bm          A         D
To think of yourself this way


Chorus

Bm                            A
Sitting on the bottom of the shelf

        Bm                       A
She’s missing all the pieces of herself

      G           D              G      D
Am i patient am i kind or am i wasting time

Bm                                A
Counting out her blessings one by some

         Bm                          A
She’s rounding down to several minus one

      G            D            G       D
Am i patient am i kind or am i wasting time

D      Bm  A Bm  A
Oooohhhh oh oh oh,


Verse 3

D            A
Tu es dans un pot

        D           A
La fleur fane trop tot

              Bm    A           Bm    A
I thought you knew c’est du deja vu

     D                 A
You demand to know how far

               D                    A
But you never left and you’ve been starred

        Bm             A
And it makes you feel infinite

     Bm         A         D
To think of yourself this way