She was reading the world as a novel,
But it proved to be a prosaical story.
Neighbors from her house,
Guys with pimply conscience.
A walking in the park without dog
can cost you too much.
The mother teaches by heart the morgue's phone,
When she's out for too long.
The father, coming home, can't find the door
And spits in cooked dinner.
His new woman is older than the mother,
He must marry her.
First experience of struggle against sweaty hands
Always comes too soon.
Love is only a face on the poster,
Love is a look from the screen.
CHORUS:
Alain Delon spoke French,
Alain Delon spoke French.
Alain Delon, Alain Delon doesn't drink cologne.
Alain Delon, Alain Delon drinks double bourbon.
Alain Delon spoke French.
Guys can do their best in apartments of girlfriends,
She also visits them.
But this gives her nothing at all
Except everyday morning dramas.
But at home there's a quite another movie:
She looks into his eyes,
And fantasies enter in the bosom of hers
Stronger than all those who will learn of her.
CHORUS: