The first step,
I would like her to make the first move.
I know you shouldn't do that
However, I would like
it would be her coming to me
Because you see, I don't dare.
Look for the way
To see her, to please her.
To approach her, to talk to her
And don't rush for that.
Say words of love to her,
Without knowing on the way back
Whether she will like or refuse
This first step.
The first step
I would like her to make the first move,
We can wait for each other for a long time like that
And living each one alone
During years, contemplating one another
And living each one on his own.
I would meet her
At the bottom of the stairs.
Then, like every day,
She will say "hello" to me.
Except for this time
She will take my hand
And take me to her house
Where we will make...
The first step of love
In her bed, day after day.
She will reveal her body to me,
Will give me all the remorse
For not having said earlier
The first word.
The first word
I would like her to say the first word.
At night I dream about it and it's silly!
If she would only want
to wave at me quietly.
Then I would make, I believe it,
The first move.