J'ai qu'à le regarder

He's got a pretty nice face
He lets himself be loved just like the girls
Then he looks at you while laughing
And of course, it's disarming
He gives you a date one day
If he showed up, it would be too easy
We wait like fools
He's really made for love.

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I just have to look at him
I want to sing
To run through the fields
With the spring
To sing for myself
To shout my joy
As soon as I catch a glimpse of him
He looks at me like that
Then he whispers to me
"Come on, let's make love"
I can hardly breathe
Oh, how good it is to love him
Tra la la la....

This will be my last adventure,
Oh my God, I hope it lasts,
If I never see him again one day,
I'd be disgusted with love.
He's got so many women around him,
Who hover around his shoulders...
So here I am, clinging to him,
He's the only one who finds it funny.

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