Betty - Metro

I beg of you not to tell I beg of you Shame on you Now go to sleep without your dinner And cry in the morning without your way Caf au lait I sold my soul for fresh hot bread You sang in the metro and woke the dead Shame, shame, shame, shame Metro, metro, mademoiselle I beg of you not to tell I beg of you Shame on you Now walk in the garden without your mittens And read in the corner without your light Caf au light I sold my soul for fresh hot bread You sang in the metro and woke the dead Shame, shame, shame, shame Metro, metro, mademoiselle I beg of you not to tell I beg of you Shame on you Now jump from the top of the highest steeple And drown at the bottom of the deepest well Caf oh well I sold my soul for fresh hot bread You sang in the metro and woke the dead Shame, shame, shame Metro, metro, metro, metro Metro, metro, metro, metro Metro, metro, metro, metro