Her name was Françoise
But we called her Raspberry
An idea of the sergeant
Who had very few, however, ideas

She served us drinks
In a town in Maine-et-Loire
But she was not Madelon
She had another name
And then, no question
Of taking her chin
Besides, she was from Antibes
What a humiliation

Humiliation and Raspberry
Are the breasts of destiny

Surely she was from Antibes
It's closer than the Caribbean
It's closer than Caracas
Is it further than Pézenas?
I do not know

And while being French
She was still from Antibes
And, although she is French
And despite her fiery eyes
It did not make me comfortable
To know she was from Antibes
I would rather be for
What a humiliation

Humiliation and Raspberry
Are the breasts of destiny

She had few advantages
To have more
She had some added
At the beauty institute, ah, ah, ah

You can, in Maine-et-Loire
Afford beautiful pear-shaped breasts
There is an institute in Angers
Which operates without danger
From the youngest to the oldest
You can almost change everything
Except what you can't
What a humiliation

Humiliation and Raspberry
Are the breasts of Destiny

More advantages
Advantage more
I told her, when she came back
With her Angevin breasts, twice ten

Allow me to fondle
This Angevin chest
But she escaped me
Took off in the meadow
And I did not run after
I did not want to catch
An Angevin by the chest
Moral

Humiliation and breasts
Are the raspberries of destiny

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