You come so smart, wear your perfume, and glamour And the worlds that you say about your infinite L’amour Make me turn round to you, and I smile to you a bit And you call me your belle, and you say to me:
CHOUS
Look, sweety - sweet, don’t you waste all this charm and all these words You are cute, you are smart, but I really know your sort Why not try impress someone else with all that stuff Au revoir , mon amor… Had enough of you