Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
Françoise Hardy
I cut off the telephone and switched on the radio
Turned the lights way down low, don't you know I just want to be alone
Winter's here and autumn's flown, I don't notice anymore
Painted "busy" on my door, such a bore, I just want to be alone
Told my friends that I'm not home and I'm feeling kind of blue
Though it isn't really true, I'm with you, I just want to be alone with you
We just want to be alone, yeah