It would only take almost nothing, maybe ten years less, for me to tell you I love you
To take you by the hand, to lead you to St. Germain, to buy you another café crème
Make a scene, little girl, come on, look at me
And see the wrinkles that divide us
What's the point of playing the role of the old lover growing young again?
You yourself would only pretend to believe it
What would he really look like?
I can already hear the comments, she's pretty
How can he still appeal to her?
She's in springtime, me in winter
It would only take almost nothing, yet no one you know it well
Ever goes back to their youth, don't be foolish, understand
If I were twenty like you, I'd cover you with promises
But there you go, your smile appears, then falters and begins to sink
I don't want you to be sad, imagine your life tomorrow
Beside a clown, busy with his final turn in the spotlight
What would you really look like?
I can already hear the comments, she's pretty
How can he still appeal to her?
She's in springtime, me in winter
Tomorrow it will be someone else, not me
Who takes you to Saint-Germain to have that first café creme
It only took almost nothing, maybe ten years less
For me to tell you I love you
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It would only take almost nothing, maybe ten years less, for me to tell you I love you
To take you by the hand, to lead you to St. Germain, to buy you another café crème
Make a scene, little girl, come on, look at me
And see the wrinkles that divide us
What's the point of playing the role of the old lover growing young again?
You yourself would only pretend to believe it
What would he really look like?
I can already hear the comments, she's pretty
How can he still appeal to her?
She's in springtime, me in winter
It would only take almost nothing, yet no one you know it well
Ever goes back to their youth, don't be foolish, understand
If I were twenty like you, I'd cover you with promises
But there you go, your smile appears, then falters and begins to sink
I don't want you to be sad, imagine your life tomorrow
Beside a clown, busy with his final turn in the spotlight
What would you really look like?
I can already hear the comments, she's pretty
How can he still appeal to her?
She's in springtime, me in winter
Tomorrow it will be someone else, not me
Who takes you to Saint-Germain to have that first café creme
It only took almost nothing, maybe ten years less
For me to tell you I love you
Réussis ton français