Let's hope she doesn't find ridiculous
The sentence written over my shirt
Let's hope that I don't read in her eyes
That my cap is for the eldery
Let's hope there will be no awkward silence
As soon as I'll say "artist".
Let's hope she won't take the first train
When I'll say "my name's Gauvain"
Let's hope she doesn't think I'm a moron
Each time I quote "Le Dîner de Cons"*
Let's hope she knows "Coke en Stock"**
And some Captain Haddock's curses
Let's hope she has a sense of love
And that we won't get unrequited humour
Let's hope she easily digests oysters
Let's hope she yells at the referee
Let's hope she yells at the referee
Let's hope she knows how to read the Michelin Guide
Let's hope we read each other's books
Let's hope she'll steal my bookmark
And that she's not into make-up
Let's hope she'll talk to my pals
For them to become hers
Let's hope her father isn't the spitting image
Of Donald Trump, pretty please
Let's hope she knows who is Le Prest***
Let's hope she doesn't vote for the plague
Let's hope she wraps herself in a scarf
That I smell before she goes
Let's hope she is a bit of a softie
Let's hope she's a film-lover
Let's hope she'll take all the cushions
Oh, this Daroussin guy is so moving
Oh, this Daroussin guy is so moving
Let's hope she's the kind of partner
Who goes on the country's roads
Where two cars can't pass each other
Walking among straw bundles in a straw hat
Let's hope she's the kind
Who also think about feeding their head
Let's hope she'll be into Modiano*****
Let's hope she's not into Morano******
Let's hope she wants a lot of kids
How incredible it is to have so small hands
Let's hope she'll laugh at me,
At my old pudding basin cut
Let's hope she plays the morning
The Amélie Poulain's OST
And let's hope she loves this song
As much as Gérard Darmon's voice*******