South Of France Lyrics

Harlem South Of France

Drivin' in the south of France
And I'm blastin' Abba
Moroccan guy askin me
A sensual question
Lookin' at the beach
It's a shame
That it's a-rainin'
I wish I could take a swim
Instead I'm stuck in a cab with a stranger
Drank last night and I feel like shit

I hate every book I've ever read
Take back the words I never said
I need somewhere to rest my head
I'm lookin' for a big old, big old med

Two years later I'm back in the same town
This time I brought my girlfriend
We fought at the beach and slept at a ?
We told each other it was the end
All the girls on the beach all topless and tan
Real pretty bodies what would they taste like, man
I wish I was different
More like Duvall (?)
But every time I try I realize I can't

I hear a party and ?
I can hear all of them ?
Ever wait four years ?
I'm just gonna wait for the next day

Next day I wake up
I drink coffee
And I go for a walk around town
Buy some drugs off a street man
Go back hotel
Lie back down
I'm thinkin' there's a gas leak in my room
I'm on drugs
I'm freakin' out
Do I call the ? and tell him
Or do I just go back to sleep

I hate every book I've ever read
Take back the words you never said
I need somewhere to rest my head
I'm lookin' for a big old, big old med