She has a sharp eye, a fresh buttock, and a proud breast
The other breast, the other eye, and the other buttock too
But it's not monotonous
And even if it's Autumn
I exclaim, seeing her
"Look, here comes the spring"

Marcelle
If I had wings
I would fly with them
Marcelle
To the most beautiful
Of the young girls
The one who took my heart:
Your little sister
Boom! Boom!

I would place a wild kiss on her mouth
Then, I would lower the blinds, because of the flies!
Why this black eye, Marcelle?
I did the dishes though
Don't you love your sister?
Don't you have a heart?

Marcelle
I did the dishes
I took out the trash
Marcelle
I added salt
To the vermicelli
What, you prefer buttered noodles?
I prefer your sister
Boom! Boom!

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