She sold useless things in my road
Plastic spheres that you turn over endlessly
To see an Eiffel Tower under a stupid snow
She married the ugly to the frankly useless
But she was proud of these useless things
She loved the smiles in front of her shop
That a neon sign named "Charlotte's Place"
It was her name but I called it Junk
When I had nothing to do, I gave her a hand
I held the ladder for her to take down a garden gnome
Because of caring for her clay statues
We wanted to marry there and then
A notice on the door "Closed for Wedding"
We chose the gnome who seemed wisest
To play the role of mayor and as witnesses
Two flowers who dance the jerk when you clap your hands
A certified diploma for "Best Mother"
Will serve as register when the moment comes
We will be signatories with a quill pen
Which lights up and play "Au clair de la lune"
I said to her "Madame, will you take my hand?"
She said to me "What for?" I replied "For nothing!"
Turning the cog of a present box
We had two skeletons set in a ring
Then we had counted the children that we will have
She wanted seven of them, you know the names
Then we will have made seven bunk beds
Me I'll hold the ladder when we need to put them to bed
The honeymoon took place in December
We took the metro station Quatre-September
To see the Eiffel Tower under the morning snow
And Paris which awakes in it's crystal ball