Despite the studded jacket
On my velvet shoulders
I would sometimes like to sing
Something other than the slums
A kind of love song
For my little amazon
For the one who, every day
Shares my cassoulet

My girl
The one I'm with, my princess
The one I'm her guy, oh oh oh

I must say she deserves
That I dedicate a song to her
Since I'm in love with her
A bit like in the movies
Where there are lots of violins
When the hero, he dies
In the arms of a nurse
Who is very beautiful and crying

And then, she is balanced
A bit like a Mayol
You know the statues
From the Tuileries garden
Who winter and summer
Show off their legs
And freeze their ass
And the rest too

My girl
The one I'm with, my princess
The one I'm her guy, oh oh oh

And, I must say she has eyes
So beautiful
They seem to be blue
They look like marbles
Sometimes when she looks at me
I imagine lots of things
That I realize later
When we are alone

If you tell me she's ugly
You disrespect her
I'll give you a beating
It won't be a movie
But if you tell me she's beautiful
Since I'm very jealous
I'll blow your brains out
You better say nothing at all

About my girl
The one I'm with, my princess
The one I'm her guy, oh oh oh

I would like, one of these days
To give her a baby
Yeah, a real one who cries and all
And who's always hungry
She would like that too
But it's not possible
Her husband, he doesn't want
He says we're too young

My girl
The one I'm with, my princess
The one I'm her guy, my girl
The one I'm with, my princess
The one I'm her guy, my girl
The one I'm with, my princess

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