When I h ave rencontred you,
You wa s a jeune fille au p air,
And I put a spell on you,
And you roule a pelle to me,
Together we go partout,
On my mob it was super,
It was friday on my mind,
It was a story d'amou-our.
It is not because you are,
I love you because I do
C'est pas parc'que you are mine,
Qu'I am y ours, qu'I am you rs
You was really beautiful
In the middle of the foule
Don't let me misunderstood
Don't let me sinon I boude
My loving, my marshmallow,
You are belle and I am beau
You give me all what you have
I said thank you, you are bien brave
I wanted marry with you
And make love very beaucoup
To have a max of children
Just like Stone and Charden
But one day that must arrive
Together we disputed
For a stupid story of fric
We decide to divorced
It is not because you are,
I love you because I do
C'est pas parc'que you are mine,
Qu'I am y ours, qu'I am you rs
You chialed comme une madeleine
Not me, I have my dignity
You tell me : « you are sale mec ! »
I tell you : « poil to the bec ! »
That's comme ça that you thank me
To have learning you English ?
« Eh ! that's not you qui m'a appris,
My grand-father was rosbeef. »