If you love me tomorrow, we will be two stars
At seventy, eighty
Who hide their gaze and dream further
If you love me tomorrow
We will embroider flowers on our torn jeans
We will draw hearts for the fans
If you love me tomorrow we will look at Paris
The week in riot, the weekend we will flee the city
If you love me tomorrow, on television
They will play our songs, false poetry
We might be

Conceiving life together
Too bad, there was nothing better
Having to say goodbye
On tour, not happy
Finding ourselves like old passionate ones
If you love me, oh only if you want

But if you love me tomorrow
I will take a lot of photos
In hotel rooms
You will paint me on the back
If you love me tomorrow
In chic parties
Hair in disarray, we will make a getaway, we will give out records
If you love me tomorrow
I will buy you a beach, for a summer
Away from newspapers screaming scandal
If you love me tomorrow
In a photobooth, we will leave big kisses, incognito
We might be

Conceiving life together
Too bad, there was nothing better
Having to say goodbye
On tour, not happy
Finding ourselves like old passionate ones
If you love me, oh only if you want

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