I dragged my feet, some baggage
I didn't like school much
I dragged my feet, my beat-up legs
I explored my neighborhood
I shuffled around in my café
The old folks yelled over belote
Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle André and all those gals
Pampering me, fussing over me
My face scraped, my knees scraped
My soft little heart scraped raw
My shoes wrecked, a bruise on my cheek
The crumbs of us wrecked
The steam from the beef bourguignon
The whole family with heads down
Back when we could fool around
The lodgers, the regulars
The passers-by, especially in summer
A happy mess in my café
My face scraped, my knees scraped
My soft little heart scraped raw
The terrace swept, the little one flown off
The crumbs of us blown away
I drag my feet, I drag my baggage
I still don't like school
My face scraped, my knees scraped
My soft little heart scraped raw
My shoes wrecked, a bruise on my cheek
The crumbs of us wrecked