Popris

FBI called again See, there's this French girl I know She steals hearts And then vanishes like a pro She sends a letter every week It reads she loves me But my Poprís is Trouble with a capital T I see her picture every day It's black and white And she's smiling like She knows, one day, Everything is gonna be okay Come back Come back to me We'll run until we're free Come back Come back To me She said she loves me She's my Poprís (with a capital P)