(Christophe Bastien/DSLZ) Ma petite cherie, souviens-toi je t'ai dit, Apres la guerre on se marie. On f'ra une maison et plein d'petits poltrons Qui
tout pour ma cherie, ma cherie Tout, tout pour ma cherie, ma cherie Tout, tout pour ma cherie, ma cherie Tout, tout pour ma cherie, ma cherie Toi, viens
I love you completely Please I don't want you to go Though you are not content here with me You feel you must go How could I lose you so fast? How come
I need up, I needed to feel like you know When your mother used to take you to the African party You're my sweetie, my sugar, my lady, my lover So honey
I regarded the world as such a sad sight Until I viewed it in black and white Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape And sealed the exits with caution
Your hubcaps cost more than my car And your car cost more than my house Your house cost more than I could make in twenty years But your balloon cost
WHAT I BELIEVE DEAR (IS ALL UP TO YOU) Writers Tott Wilson, Sue Wilson What I believe, dear, is all up to you Those things they are saying Don't have
I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no girly action But I try, oh I try, oh I try, oh I try I can't get me no, I can't get me no When I'm driving