Shame that you couldn't have her. A life of saving face in the midst of feigned love. Shame that she couldn't love you Around your neck I'll play. It's the same old game, love.
Oh well, would you kill a man for love If you wanted all he had? With what Thérèse says and what Thérèse does I comply Shame that just wouldn't die.
Shame that you couldn't have her. And lo, dear, though you fought in vain, repose evades you.
Oh well, would you kill a man for love? It's merely a consequence of the above. With what Thérèse says and what Thérèse does I comply. My soul, to what Thérèse says and what Thérèse wants, I'll resign.