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