Free Paper Napkin Gods French Chanson Bistro Song

Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Da-da-da, dum-de-dum
(Da-da-da, dum)

[Verse 1]
Sunday at ten
Rain hits the awning
You pull out your pen
Before my tea gets lukewarm
Four paper napkins stacked on the marble
You ink in a chin
You sharpen a profile
I tear off the crust of my croissant

[Chorus]
Draw me a throat that can speak
Draw me a mouth that isn't afraid
You drop your charcoal on the floor
I keep counting the change on my plate
(Counting the change)
Are you rendering gods or garbage
On paper napkins

[Verse 2]
The waiter sweeps sugar off wood
You never look up from your wrist
I wonder if my nose is too sharp
To earn a spot on your list
Saint Anthony in a wool coat
Blotting grease with black lead
You leave a portrait of a stranger
Dipped in spilled juice

[Chorus]
Draw me a throat that can speak
Draw me a mouth that isn't afraid
You drop your charcoal on the floor
I keep counting the change on my plate
(Counting the change)
Are you rendering gods or garbage
On paper napkins

[Bridge]
Ten francs for a pastry
Two hours sitting upright
I could stand up and introduce myself
Or buy your trash tonight
(Throw it away)
A charcoal thumbprint
On thin white tissue

[Verse 3]
The church bells hit twelve
You cap your black pen
You leave the table wet
You do not turn back
I snatch the folded square before the waiter sweeps

[Outro]
It is not my face
It's just the sugar shaker
It's just a sugar shaker
(Just the sugar)
Da-da-da, dum-de-dum
Sunday is over now