I still have a blond hair,
And blue eyes.
I still sing songs, that's my passion.
I love birds and flowers,
I've had love pains, that's my mistake.
Yet I take life as it comes.
As I am, I feel good
And I live the way I want, nothing will change it.
My name is Michèle,
I have my heart in Provence
Where I have left my memories.
My name is Michèle,
I have my heart in Provence
Where I have left my memories
All my memories.
I still have love on my lips,
It appends to me to have fever
For a boy for a night or for a melody,
Love or music.
I'll stay romantic for the rest of my life.
I often take the moment as it comes.
Yet I never regret anything.
I laugh as I cry but too bad for me.
My name is Michèle,
I have my heart in Provence
Where I have left my memories.
My name is Michèle,
I have my heart in Provence
Where I have left my memories,
All my memories.
My name is Michèle,
I have a heart in Provence
Where I have left my memories.
My name is Michèle,
I have a heart in Provence
Where I have left my memories,
All my memories.