I was alone on a shelf in an airport
And as you stepped in I found your face comfort
Me. In an instant I got a very sort
Of heartbeat when you put your hand on my snort
And you bought me in the
Corridor shop indeed
I was alone on a street in a city
And as you walked on the pavement and pity
Me, in a huge breathing note you could win me
And I got in love with your smile so gutsy
And you brought me to the
Casheer and paid the bill
I was alone in a world without meaning
And you got in my life lighting my ceiling
When all I got before you was boxing ring
And all my body was tight through plastic strings
You cancelled all my pleas
By giving few rupees
Jean-Sébastien Desnanot