BACK FROM THE MOTHERLAND

THEY DIDN'T LET ME BRING BACK THE BOYS

SO I BROUGHT BACK THE COMME DES GARCONS

I like mystery boy's mess of hair.

Print him out Un hemisphere dans une chevelure and read it in French.

Brown, brown, sweet brown.

Quand je mordille tes cheveux elastiques et rebelles, il me semble que je mange des souvenirs.

Sometimes it is true: the back of the head is more pleasing than the front.

I encounter a mystery boy every once in a while. He walks with his hands in his pockets. What will they pull out to reveal?

I wish I could disappear into his head of hair. I wish he could eat me.

Pore, pour, poor.