[Verse 1]
She lived in a flat with a view of the Seine,
Croissant crumbs on the sill, watching him again.
Monsieur Mystère, leather jacket flair,
Passing her door with a devil-may-care.
She baked éclairs, left them at his door,
Notes with hearts, he ignored them all.
His eyes were cold, her heart was sore,
She wanted his love, but he wanted war.
[Chorus]
Oh, la femme d'à côté,
Her love was loud, his heart said "non."
She reached, he pulled away,
But she won't be gone, she won't be gone.
[Verse 2]
She painted her lips rouge like Moulin Rouge,
Stood at his door with a love she couldn't lose.
Knocked three times, he sighed, "Encore?"
She whispered, "Je t'aime," he slammed the door.
She spiraled down, like the stairs she climbed,
Her love unreturned, a victim of time.
Wine glass cracked, tears on the floor,
Her world turned dark, couldn’t take no more.
[Prechorus]
Balcony edge, the wind screamed her name,
One final plea, one final game.