Les gens bien élevés

He let me down
He's a handsome little one
Especially since he naturally left
With my best friend
He calls her his little elf
But he's a pretty one
Who's already seen the stagecoach
The bus and the train pass by

Yes, but yes, but
We didn't get angry
We're among well-bred people

He's going to make life difficult for her
Because she's a beauty
It's not for her that he has an appetite
It's for her savings
But after all, if she gets hit
It's just her fault
Who was already of retirement age
When I was still riding my scooter
Yes, but yes, but
We invite each other to dinner
We're among well-bred people
I met her in the street
She called me a
You can clearly see from her good words ways
That she sold fish
I took advantage of the fact that we were alone
I broke it to her
Because I don't know a better dressing
Than brown butter for a skate's face

But I must admit
I regretted it ever since that day
They never called again
But what a great idea to stay angry
Between well-born people, between well-born people
Between well-bred people
They don't know what they're missing
After all, I