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Another book in the shelf, just tell me,
Is it the passion that you get more than me ?
Still a Bruno Latour, I can see
Celine and his old friends, haunting you.

Open your Renaud Camus, you will see
Words you hadn't read anywhere else.
And you will not forget to go to Gibert after
You've paid your order on Price Minister.

Tell me about these crosses ; is your god
Angry or he's watching over you ? I can't tell,
People say you're lucky, well you have me,
Maybe it's just the pendulum of mommy

Three years that I've been loving you, silly boy
Three years that I've been wanting you
Three years with l'Arche in the toilets,
Three years with the bulletin célinien

Three years of Roger Garaudy
Three years of voting for Oliver
Three years of reading Rivarol, for you

And the books, during this time, accumulate (X2)
So you could open your shop, you would smoke your pipe,
I'd prepare you a good tea, like a grandmom,
Like I do all the time,
And I will not forget to go to Gibert, no I won't

But that on the condition that you will scoot me
But that to the condition that you will drive, as fast as you can, you'll edge your own way, all through the cars, you'll make my head turn, like we were dancing, and I'll hold you tight
We'll tear along, we'll forget the world, we'll keep our direction, saying no word, we'll just breathe the air, feeling our lungs, living our life, not fearing the cold
See the Pont des arts, the Sacré Coeur, take the rue Saint-Jacques and stop on the corner

And then we'll rise
Ouh, ouh ouh ouh ouh, ouh ouh ouh ouh
And I won't get another boy, no I won't get another boy than you
Cause I feel right