He loves me, he loves me so much:
he takes me on a stroll every Friday.
Once we get to the park, where there is a pond,
he holds me and kisses me with passion.
But when you are on the little bridge,
with the pretext of looking down,
your sweetheart, the cream of every virtue,
is always hoping you would fall down.
But he loves me. (Loves you so much)
But he loves me. (Loves you so much)
He loves me so much. (Loves you so much)
He loves me to death.
In our nest, we live happily,
he woes me as on the first day,
always kind, always in love,
he still holds me and kisses me with passion.
But if he leaves you all alone at home,
do you want to know what your sweetheart does?
After he has closed all the windows,
he leaves the gas open in the kitchen.
But he loves me. (Loves you so much)
But he loves me. (Loves you so much)
He loves me so much. (Loves you so much)
He loves me to death.
To celebrate my birthday,
we are in Paris; I’m so happy!
And in Place Pigalle, under the ashen skies,
he always wants to hold me and kiss me with passion.
But watch out: now he wants to take you
on the terrace of the Eiffel Tower.
So, what’s with that? What’s wrong
with him taking me to the Eiffel Toooow…
But he loved her. (loved her so much, loved her so much)
But he loved her. (loved her so much, loved her so much)
But he loved her. (loved her so much, loved her so much)
Loved her to death.
Loved her to death.