Comptine pour une désespérée - Zaza Fournier

There’s a little girl

In our neighborhood

Her name is Charlotte Johnson

And she’s really looking good

I had to go and see her

So I called her on the phone

I walked over to her house

And this was going on

Her brother was on the sofa

Eating chocolate pie

Her momma was in the kitchen

Cutting chicken up to fry

Her daddy was in the backyard

Rolling up a garden hose

I was on the porch with Charlotte

Feeling love down to my toes

And they were swinging

Yeah they were swinging

Little Charlotte she’s as pretty as the angels when they sing

I can’t believe I’m out here on the front porch in this swing

Just a-swinging

Now Charlotte’s she’s a darling

She’s the apple of my eye

And when I’m on the swing with her it

She makes me almost high

And Charlotte is my lover

And she has been since the spring

I just can’t believe it started

On her front porch in this swing

A-just a swinging, just a swinging

Little Charlotte she’s as pretty as the angels when they sing

I can’t believe I’m out here on the front porch in this swing

Just a-swinging

Little Charlotte she’s as pretty as the angels when they sing

I can’t believe I’m out here on the front porch in this swing

Just a-swinging

Yeah we were swinging

I see him swinging

Just swinging