Every time I tell myself that I am the most beautiful and it helps me a little
I put red on my lips and shadow on my eyes
I close the door, I say goodbye to everything I have
In case it would be the end, you never know
And every night I wonder if he will come back
I'm waiting for the one who will want to get me out of here
I must admit with the girls we make fun of their faces
In truth they are like us, they are so alone

Of all the garden I am the prettiest flower
It's this bandit, the one I love, who told me
"You know my rose, I only want you for me
So tomorrow, to save you, I'll be there"

They say that the roses of the Bois de Boulogne have thorns
But we love, we forgive and remain dignified
They say that the roses of the Bois de Boulogne have thorns
If you stop it's either that you want me, or that you're prostituting

Once again, but it may be the last time
I say goodbye to everything I have even what I do not have
I made myself beautiful, yes the most beautiful, so that he would talk to me
So that he is strong, yes the strongest, to love me
It's almost time, I hesitate a little when I see him coming on my way
He looks at me, he scares me and asks me "How much does it cost?"
If I had known I would have said "No go see another, it's over for me"
He picked me, and my bandit found me, left me lifeless

Of all the garden I am the prettiest flower
It's this bandit, the one I love, who told me
"You know my rose, I only want you for me
So tomorrow, to save you, I'll be there"

They say that the roses of the Bois de Boulogne have thorns
But we love, we forgive and remain dignified
They say that the roses of the Bois de Boulogne have thorns
If you stop it's either that you want me, or that you're prostituting

A rose does not die
I will come back next spring
Bandit, do not fade
Wait again, and I'll be there
A rose does not die
Even if winter seems too long
Bandit, do not fade
Wait for spring, the first buds

Of all the garden I am the prettiest flower
It's this bandit, the one I love, who told me
"You know my rose, I only want you for me
So tomorrow, to save you, I'll be there"

They say that the roses of the Bois de Boulogne have thorns
But we love, we forgive and remain dignified
They say that the roses of the Bois de Boulogne have thorns
If you stop it's either that you want me, or that you're prostituting

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