I had this dream we were in the resistance Somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists You were my mistress, yes you were a woman But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth
And you called me maurice And I had a small moustache And played Clarinet in a decadent band....
Until we Hid in the buhses We shot from the bushes Made love in the bushes Like there was no tomorrow
But in my real life I'm a cocktail waitress Dodging men's hands instead of bullets And you're a base player in a band that got a deal Dealing with assholes instead of explosives Still we're grateful to be alive Together fighting side by side
As We Hide in the bushes Shoot from the bushes Love in the bushes Like there is no tomorrow
We promised if one of us left or died We'd meet again in another life
And we'll Hide in the bushes We'll shoot from the bushes Make love in the bushes Like there's no tomorrow
Hide in bushes Shoot from the bushes Love in the bushes Like there is no tomorrow