I received a letter
Maybe a month ago
It arrived by mistake
A mistake by the postman
Sprayed with perfume
Red lipstick
Maybe I shouldn't have
Opened this letter
But I am a man
Who likes these stakes
I don't care if she calls me
Alphonse or Fred, anything she wants
Anything she wants
Pretty daisies
At the top of her 'I''s
Curves written
Like they are in the abbeys
A few misspellings
A slight dyslexia
And by way of signature
A small, sexy, blond girl
And me, I am a man
Who likes these stakes
I don't like nuns
And I fell in love
In love
She wrote that on Sunday
She will be on the cliff
Where I took her by the hips
And if, hypothetically,
I wouldn't be tactful enough
To assume responsibility for my lovemaking
She will choose the impact
30 meters lower
And me, I am a man
Who likes these stakes
I don't want her to knock herself out
Because I fell in love with her
In love
Thanks to the dated stamp
From a city by the Channel
I was at the out-post
On Sunday morning
The place was deserted
I will have to be patient
Suicidal blondes
Are not plentiful
And me, I am a man
Who likes these stakes
I want to beat Newton
Because I felt in love with her
In love
She was hanging over the Channel
When I recognized her
I took her by the sleeve
My naive, little girl
Who wasn't that naive
From looking at her profile
That a little inhabitant
Was being made under her belly button
And me, I am a man
Who likes these stakes
I'd like him to call me
(Papa)... If he wants to