Thank you very much. I love you. Sophie You'd think I'm a girl Thieves, cynics, the cold, the police Scandals, whores, coyotes, critics Sophie You'd think I'm a dancer You'd think I'm a dancer To allow yourself once to extend, to hear each other To buy and lend yourself a neighborhood in Fiji If our legs allow themselves to go around the bombs If we allow ourselves to be taken, to challenge the violence We could always decrease If we allow ourselves to be taken, to challenge the violence If we allow ourselves to be taken, to challenge the violence Sophie, I know the road, you know the fraud If the excess of signs slows down our escape, trafficked by trains I'd rather take the left road than the one on the left If we arrive in more crisis together, let's go somewhere If our legs allow themselves to go around the bombs If we allow ourselves to be taken, to challenge the violence We could always decrease If we allow ourselves to be taken, to challenge the violence If our legs allow themselves to go around the bombs If we allow ourselves to be taken, to challenge the violence If we allow ourselves to be taken, to challenge the violence If we allow ourselves to be taken, to challenge the violence