I received a letter
Maybe one month ago
It was a mistake
A mistake by the postman
Sprayed with perfume
Red lipstick
Maybe I shouldn't have
opened this letter
But I am the kind of man
Who likes these stakes
I don't care if she calls me
Alphonse or Fred it is as she wants
As she wants
Pretty daisies
At the top of her "i"
Curves written
Like they do in the abbayes
Some misspellings
A light dyslexia
And by way of signature
A small and sexy blond girl
And me, I am the kind of man
who likes these stakes
I don't like nuns
And I felt in love
In love
She's writing 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 my lovemaking
She will choose the impact
30 meters lower
And I am the kind of man
Who likes these stakes
I don't want her to knock herself out
Because I felt in love with her
in love
Thanks to the date stamp
From a city by the Channel
I was at the out-post
In the Sunday morning
The place was deserted
I will have to be patient
Suicidal blonds
Are not numerous
And I am the kind of 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 by the sleeve
My naive little girl
Who wasn't that naive
According to the profile
That a little inhabitant
Was making under her belly button
And I am the kind of man
who likes these stakes
He can give to me
(Papa)... If he wants it