You've had fifteen years of pain
Your hair wore ribbons
You live near
The Grand Palace
I called you in the morning
And together we took the train
To go to high school
Michelle, seated near you
I waited at recess
To go to the café
Drink a hot chocolate
And then kiss you
One day you've had seventeen years
Your hair steals the wind
And often you sing:
"Oh Yesterday!"
On Thursday afternoons
We go to the Grey Cinema
See films of Marilyn
Michelle, an evening in December
The snow falls on the roof
It was you and me
Sleeping together
For the first time
Time has passed by sweetly
And fallen the Prince Charming
Who offered you trips
In your clouds
We have said that you're married
In April of last Spring
That you live in Paris
Michelle, that's all too far
The streets, the gay cafés
The same subway trains
That mock you, that mock me
Michelle, that's all too far
The streets, the gay cafés
The same subway trains
That mock you, that mock me
That mock me!