It is not because you are

Together we go partout,

on my mob it was super,

it was friday on my mind,

it was a story d'amou-our.

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 are 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

You chialed comme une Madeleine

not me, I have my digniti

you tell me: you are sale mec!

I tell you: poil to the bec!

That's comme ga that you thank me

to have learning you English?

Eh! that's not you qui m'a appris,

my grand-father was rosbeef.