I used to spend ° my time° then with rather bizarre
Men, as flimsy ° as the ash of their cigars.
They would set up parties° in the Versailles palace,
Theirs were only °some straw palaces..
I was wasting my time ° in that gilded desert,
Was alone ° when I met you some night,
The others were sleeping, but YOU were alive..
You were merry° as an Italian
When he knows° he will get some loving and some wine
And I, for the very first time
I felt myself at last a
Woman, woman° a woman with you
Woman, woman° a woman with you..
You looked like ° you belonged to a story of yore
Where used to° gallop all-white horses,
You had a serious face°
but your smile was so bright
I walked up ° directly to your light.
And today°no matter what,
We are making love,
Close to you , the time spent feels so short,
Because you are a man and that you are so kind
and that you know ° how to °make life shine.
YOU are merry ° as an Italian
when he knows° he will get some loving and some wine.
It's still like° the very first time
when, at last, I could become a
Woman,woman, a woman with you..
Woman,woman, a woman with you..