you were just 18 when you first came to the house a couple years, six months on me when i turned 16, had your second album out it was better than the first to me all the press had to say was that french girls couldn't rock but i knew they were wrong about you so i got on the phone and called all the magazines i couldn't help it when school was done, took a european trip hoping that i'd run into you in the south of france, i could've sworn i saw you there but i was told you were out on tour at the time i was crushed, so we went to italy but i knew that we'd meet someday on the way out of france, saw graffiti on your poster said "she can't helped it" "she can't helped it" "she can't helped it" "she can't helped it" i had heard last week you'd be coming back in town but the show hadn't sold too good anyone knowing me knew that i'd be coming down had to see if you rocked me like you did from the stage, to the back you tried to help the people see they were lost, all but for a few all the kids at the show tried to look it while you lived it she can't helped it well, she can't helped it well, she can't helped it that she was born in toulouse
