You're in love with him
And he with you, you're sure of that
Too many things prove it to you
And you know well that he has been bitten.
He phones all the time
He loves that, it reassures him.
You mother him and you
Call him my baby, my nutcase.
The hiccup, the detail
Which casts a shadow over your idyll,
The boring trifle
Which could make you angry,
The concern which sometimes
Makes water flow over your eyelashes
It's that he's going to get divorced.
But that he never manages to do it.
Often, while laughing
He says to you, clandestine love,
That's what's exciting
And you find it at the Novotel.
He speaks to you of chance
Of your karmas and of destiny
While swearing to you in a whisper
That of course, it's you who is the most beautiful.
Your nights, quite short,
Are passably erotic.
He loves you he loves you he loves you
Like no one has ever loved.
You're his island, his papaya
Or any other exotic object,
He loves you he loves you he loves you
But he can't stay here.
And you wait for him.
You have confidence
That one day, he'll go steady with you.
You finish your night alone
In front of videos or a "Très Chasse"*
Dedicated, you don't stand a chance,
To the smoking out of burrows.*
At first, you're offended
And then you shout, "it's disgusting"
You extinguish yourself in tears,
You felt like you were suffocating.
The next day
A knock at your hotel room door
You're more or less gloomy
But you open it and you smile.
The roses of love
To appease the heart of her
Whom "I love madly"
Here, you melt, and it's on again.
One week end in four, five,
You can see him for two whole days
You have a thirteen-hour journey
But you don't care, because you love him.
You travel all night
And in the morning you've arrived
In a dump in Alsace
But you don't care, because you love him.
There, you find yourselves
A little like a normal couple,
You cook, he watches,
You two read the newspaper in a bath.
You talk about her a bit,
He tells you it hurts him
To shatter their image
Of parents, in front of their children.
And you wait for him.
You have confidence
That one day, he'll go steady with you.
You understand his doubts,
You understand that he's a little late
To being yours, nothing but yours
Like he swears to you.
He will take the step,
He'll tell her, for the two of you.
Not tomorrow, no,
But soon, he's sure.
He begs you to wait,
Although that's all you've done
For much too long,
Pay attention: you're going to leave him.
Oh, it's too hard for him
And you who don't understand him,
You don't want to hear it any more. . .
Oh look, there it is: you've left him.