I saw her every first Thursday of the month,
In his studio, I was warm,
Like in my house,
She was burning incense,
In nineteen hundred furniture
By telling me at the bottom of the bed,
With a Paris accent
All "auf wiedersehen",
All the "goodbye my dear",
All these men who embarrass them
Where there is no fun.
All "auf wiedersehen",
All the "goodbye my dear",
All these men who embarrass them
Where there is no fun.
I saw her every first Thursday of the month,
to begin with, she made me
A little meal,
She hugged me like a mom
Who could not have had a child
By telling me, so that I laugh,
The exploits of her little husbands
All "auf wiedersehen",
All the "goodbye my dear",
All these men who embarrass them
Where there is no fun.
All "auf wiedersehen",
All the "goodbye my dear",
All these men who embarrass them
Where there is no fun.
I saw her every first Thursday of the month,
This evening again
I think about his body
In your arms
And I sometimes wonder,
If she loved me no more than you
That some evenings at the bottom of the bed,
I hear with melancholy
All "auf wiedersehen",
All the "goodbye my dear",
All these men who embarrass them
Where there is no fun.
All "auf wiedersehen",
All the "goodbye my dear",
All these men who embarrass them
Where there is no fun.
All "auf wiedersehen",
All the "goodbye my dear",
All these men who embarrass them
Where there is no fun.
All "auf wiedersehen",
All the "goodbye my dear",
All these men who embarrass them
Where there is no fun.