Autres temps, Autres moeurs (Lyrics)

Sometimes I feel, like I’m out of place

Just a body, without a face

Quickstep easy, then not in time

Stood standing out, at the end of a line

.

My fashion fits, but my hair is a mess

Left foot forward, when right made more sense

Keeping up, takes a lot of time

I persevere, in hope you’ll be mine

.

Autres temps, Autres moeurs,

I’ll forever be just yours…

If you will dance

(Come on up and keep me happy)

Let’s dance;

Forget about all other people

Just dance (dance, dance, dance, yeah)

And say you want me

.

Look good in red, when the season has changed

Push the handle, but should pull instead

Life is hard, when you misread the signs

Catch the beat, but rhythm can’t find

.

Try to twist, when I’m supposed to twirl

Straighten up, while all others curl

It ain’t worth, all the mess that it makes

Sometimes green grass, isn’t real but fake

.

Autres temps, Autres moeurs

I’ll forever be just yours

If you will dance

(Come on up and keep me happy)

Let’s dance;

Forget about all other people

Just dance (dance, dance, dance, yeah…)

And say you love me

.

Do not take ideas away from struggling artists without recognising their contribution. I hope the world finds TRUTH and stops those killing creativity and making others miserable through bullying or by blocking their life, or taking their ideas to use as their own. 

©Please do not copy and edit, or reproduce without permission from the author (Abelia May) and full acknowledgement of the author (Abelia May) and website address

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