I had this dream We were at the resistance Somewhere in France Fighting traitors and fascists And you were my mistress Yes, you were a woman But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth You called me Maurice And I had a small mustache Played clarinet in a decadent band Till we Hid in the bushes We shot from the bushes Made love in the bushes Like there was no tomorrow But in my real life I'm a co*ktail waitress Dodging men's hands instead of bullets And you're a ba** player in a band who's got a deal Dealing with a**holes instead of explosives Still we're grateful to be alive Together fighting side-by-side Well, we'd Hide in the bushes We'd shoot from the bushes Make love in the bushes Like there was no tomorrow Hide in the bushes We'd shoot from the bushes Make love in the bushes Like there's no tomorrow Hide in the bushes We'd shoot from the bushes Make love in the bushes Like there was no tomorrow