🎙“Where Else Would I Be”
performed by: Liliane Marot

I follow you—not because I must,

but because I see what you miss.

You think it’s habit, I call it grace—

knowing the world could vanish like this.

Where else would I be,

if not pressed to your side?

There’s no elegance in distance,

no strength in the wide.

They say space is polite—

but who taught them that lie?

(beat)

If you wanted space,

you should’ve gotten a cat.

🎼 Title: “And Still She Stood”
by: Clotilde Marchand

You counted to three,

and three turned to five.

Repeated commands

like bees in a hive.

“Sit, madame, sit”—

you begged with a smile,

then barked like a sergeant

Who’s lost all his style?

—

You whispered, then yelled,

then bribed with a snack.

She blinked, unimpressed,

and turned her sleek back.

A queen in repose,

immune to your plot—

your volume went up,

and still she stared back.

—

You thought you were clear,

that tone equals rule.

But Dobermans don’t

obey a fool.

Not when the energy’s

wrinkled and slack—

you train your voice, dear,

then she’ll sit back.

—

You wanted a soldier

who jumps at each shout.

But you bought a diplomat

with well-trained doubt.

She’s reading the room,

not jumping on cue—

perhaps the one

who needs training…

is you.

🎵 Title: “Didn’t Read the Fine Print”

Perfomed by: Laurent Varnay

——

She had that look—like midnight wanted her back,

Eyes like a dare, a stride that cracked the track.

You saw her once on someone’s page,

Pinned the photo, skipped the book.

You liked the shine, you loved the fear,

The power wrapped in sharp veneer.

A reel, a clip, a filtered life—

Then home she came—too much, too alive.

And you thought you’d be Karl Friedrich Louis…

Now you’re just sweeping up the ruins.

⸻

[Chorus]

You didn’t read the fine print, love,

Just signed your name in haste.

Now there’s velvet on your carpet,

And wild behind her face.

No pause, no plan, no blueprint—

Just “isn’t she divine?”

You bought the frame without the painting,

Now the canvas draws the line.

⸻

She’s chewing through your perfect days,

She’s not impressed by praise.

Those tips you heard in passing words—

They vanish in her gaze.

She’s poetry with teeth and muscle,

She’s ritual, not trend.

You thought she’d pose in golden light,

But she came to comprehend.

⸻

[Chorus]

You didn’t read the fine print, love,

You wanted something grand.

But she’s no costume, no quick fix—

She came to teach, not blend.

No pause, no plan, no blueprint—

Just “look how sleek, how fast…”

Now she’s pulling on the leash of truth,

And you’re learning, at last.

⸻

This isn’t wrong, this isn’t cruel,

But beauty makes a ruthless school.

She holds the mirror up to you—

And grace will come, if you push through.

⸻

You didn’t read the fine print, love,

But now you turn each line.

She’s not the dog you thought you wanted—

She’s the one that changed your spine.

No pause, no plan, no shortcut—

Just time, and sweat, and ache.

But if you stay, and start to listen—

She’ll teach you what it takes.