Lyric

I always thought that Mont Blanc

Was never really your thing

Then you invited me

To this little Mont Blanc café

Did you start to like it lately?

Or was it something I never knew?

You love all those childish little treats

Then suddenly you show this grown-up side

And somehow

My heart skips a beat

Behind the glass

The Mont Blancs stand in perfect rows

I was just about to ask

Which one are you gonna choose?

But before I said a word

You pointed somewhere else

Berry pain perdu

And a chocolat chaud

We came here for the Mont Blanc

But you just had to be you

Smiling at the tart red berries

Closing your eyes at the bittersweet chocolate

Every time I find a side of you

I've never seen before

I fall for you a little more

Somewhere we forgot the Mont Blanc

But I don't really mind

A menu full of fancy words

I pretend I understand

Truth is I can barely tell

What half of them even mean

You don't hesitate at all

You point straight to the pain perdu

A minute ago you looked so grown-up

Now you're choosing the cutest thing again

That's the kind of thing

That gets me every time

One bite of your berries

More tart than I expected

One sip of your chocolate

More bitter than I imagined

Nothing tasted like I thought it would

But somehow I liked it all

Berry pain perdu

And a chocolat chaud

Sweet isn't the only flavor

And somehow you're the same

A little tart, a little bitter

Always catching me by surprise

Nothing's quite the way I pictured it

And that just makes me want to know you more

The Mont Blanc's long forgotten

Tonight the star is you

I thought I knew

Everything you loved

Sweet little things

Cute little things

But I guess there'll always be

Another side I haven't met

And every time you surprise me

Just like you did today

I'll probably fall for you

All over again

Berry pain perdu

A chocolat chaud getting cold

Somewhere along the way

I forgot why we came here at all

The sweetness and the sour

The bitterness I never saw coming

Every unexpected flavor

Somehow makes me think of you

Are you grown-up?

Are you still a kid?

I guess I still don't really know

Maybe I don't need the answer

There's so much more of you to know

Walking home

A thought suddenly crosses my mind

Wait

Didn't we come here

For Mont Blanc?

We never even had one