It's Monday, your alarm is already ringing
You get up, take a quick caress and go
I think a little tenderly, my love
Then I'll do something concrete too
I'll find a topic
I'll seek your consent to change
Your style, those jeans of yours
They're too tight for you now, my dear
And you already know the reason, unique
And muscular I would like you, certain vices
I would abandon them
Your midnight spaghetti
The chocolate under the bed, listen to me
Throw it away

You too are sick of advertising
The TV steals your identity
Why don't you go to the gym?
If I were you, I'd do a little jogging
If you want a good physique du role
Rock'n'roll is also fine, listen to me
My love

On Tuesday I'll accompany you to school
And I'll talk to the teacher about you
She'll tell me that you don't like history
And you always chew a lot of bubble gum

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