She manipulates me
She undulates , and I coo ( pigeons' sound )
When she asks the moon
I can't do anything but I ululate
She is so pure
A concentrate of ideal woman
By diluting her in water
We can do ten normal girls
It is just a little song of more love
When I think of her ,weird things happen
Sometimes I imagine myself
On the holidays' road
As a good head of family
At the wheel of an MPV
With a plastic cercle
We press on it ,it comes out & then it's a cup holder
And something so pratical
To range the coins
Stuck in the highway
The comings & goings of August
It could tempt me
If she sits beside me
Kids ! some silence
You will wait
the next gas station
We should have thought about it before
It is just a little song of more love
When I think of her ,weird things happen
Sometimes I imagine myself
On the holidays' road
As a good head of family
At the wheel of an MPV
With a plastic cercle
We press on it ,it comes out & then it's a cup holder
And something so pratical
To range the coins
Maybe , they will see me
At sunset time
strolling in a stroller
At the seaside
Summer holidays if she wants so
I'll become an August man
I insist on this point
& I declare infront of witnesses
Even if she threatens me or if she begs me
I won't go to have some ice-cream with a sweater arround the neck