Helen

Helen has eyes as dark as blackend pans

Shell read your tea-cups and the palms of your hands

she's got this humor that plays havoc with her mouth

You may think she's present but her mind, is travelling south

she's very sexy in an urban kind of way

She loves her coffee her cigarettes and her cafes

Helen vous ete plus tres femme

Helen vous ete plus tres femme

Now Helen claimed she was a witch when she was five

This self confession came as no surprise (as no surprise)

Her mother said that she was mysterious (oh yeah)

We never really took her serious (aahhh)

And then one day when we were walking down the street

Helen just vanished this was a habit she'd repeat

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (ohh mysterious)

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (simply more than the average woman)

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (ohhh)

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (yeah)

Now Helens girlfriends are few and far between

and on the rare occasions she lets them in

Im glad to be considered a kindred soul

But what she really thinks of me, hey I'll never know

Helen vous ete plus tres femme

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (you are mysterious yeah)

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (youre gorgeous

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (I love this song it's so stupid)

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (You are so mysterious)

Helen vous ete plus tres femme (gorgeous)