[ c i n q u e n t a e t r ê s ]

No, nothing but my best, not good enough for you 'Cause nothing much is still too much to feel Remember to forget, pretend you never knew To beat the best and you don't leave a clue No, nothing but the best was not enought for you You wouldn't buy my pretty lie was true But actting at the curtain fool is nothing new Those little things that never leave a clue If nothing but the best means nothing much to you Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do I'll never be your second best as others number two One litlle thing that just won't let you choose No, nothing but the best and nothing less will do It's more or less that loneliness I knew But you, you had me market initials black and blue Those little things that never laid a clue If nothing but the best means nothing much Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do I'll never be your second best as others number two One litlle thing that just won't let you choose One litlle thing that just won't let you choose One litlle thing that just won't let you choose

those little things [ces petits riens], carla bruni
[monsieur gainsbourg revisited]