He arrives, she sees him, she wants him
And her eyes do the rest
She manages to set fire
In each of her gestures
Then it's a classic story
Whatever the smoke
Whatever the music
She pulls up her hair, she hopes he guesses
In her figurine eyes

He settles in, he looks everywhere
He prepares his sentences
As she has moved forward a bit
Suddenly their eyes meet
Then it's a normal story
The glass she accepts, the smile he displays
Getting a little closer, he sees the thin shadows
In her figurine eyes

No need for me to specify
Where they come from and what they say to each other
It's a child's story
An ordinary story
We are simply, simply
On a Saturday night on earth, a Saturday night on earth

They talk, they brush against each other, they know well
That they will have to go out
They are forced to touch each other
So much the music is loud
After, it's just an adventure
That starts on the back seat of a car
He sees the blue shadows
That desire draws
On her figurine forehead

No need for me to specify
Where they come from and what they say to each other
It's a child's story
An ordinary story
We are simply, simply
On a Saturday night on earth, a Saturday night on earth

No need to be more precise
This story is already over
We would do the same if it was to be done again
We are simply, simply
On a Saturday night on earth
On a Saturday night on earth
Saturday night

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