Girl With The Glass [UK Version] lyrics

DUFAYEL:

I’d shake your hand but mine would break

That’s why I wear these gloves

I suffer from a rare bone disease

I’m Julien Dufayel

AMÉLIE:

Monsieur Dufayel, I’m Amélie-

DUFAYEL:

Amélie. Amélie Poulain

Why is it that someone so young and so full of life spends every night alone at her window?

Unless her friends are all dwarves and I can’t see them below the windowsill?

AMÉLIE:

Are you an artist?

DUFAYEL:

Everyday I come to a canvas with a palette and brush and I ask myself the same question

AMÉLIE:

May I?

AMÉLIE & DUFAYEL:

Paintings, these paintings

And each of them unfinished and the same Dufayel

Every year I get a bit closer

As I work my way to the center

But in the end it always comes down to her

Renoir’s "The Luncheon of the Boating Party." I’ve been painting it for twenty years. The hardest part is the looks. Sometimes I think they deliberately change expression behind my back

See her there

Safely hid in the budding middle class I can capture each face

Every tender embrace

Except for the girl with the glass

So much life

A game of love that anyone can play

See they laugh and they try

To catch each other's eye

But the girl with the glass looks away

AMÉLIE:

The girl with the glass

DUFAYEL:

I wonder what does she see

AMÉLIE:

The girl with the glass

DUFAYEL:

As if she's looking out at me

AMÉLIE:

The girl with the glass

DUFAYEL:

Just a young girl who doesn't belong to anywhere or anyone

AMÉLIE:

I don’t know. She looks happy to me

DUFAYEL:

Time ticks by

You look away and twenty years can pass

With a brush in your hand

Trying to understand what is wrong

With the girl with the glass

AMÉLIE:

Maybe she’s just different

DUFAYEL:

In what way?

AMÉLIE:

I don’t know. Maybe when she was little, she didn’t get to play with other children

DUFAYEL: Isn’t it about time she started?

AMÉLIE:

Maybe this whole soirée

Is a party she's thrown

Maybe she's reunited that dog with its owner

And maybe she whispered that he's into him

While she sits there and watches it all

From the rim of her glass

DUFAYEL:

I wonder what does she see

AMÉLIE:

The girl with the glass

DUFAYEL:

As if she's looking out at me

AMÉLIE:

The girl with the glass

DUFAYEL & AMÉLIE:

Just a young girl who doesn't belong to anywhere

Anywhere

AMÉLIE:

Or anyone

DUFAYEL:

(Reminding AMÉLIE of his name)

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• Artist:Amélie (musical)
• Album:Amélie (Original London Cast Recording)