Ella, elle l'a
Alizée
She, she has it
It's like a cheerfulness
Like a smile
Something in the voice
That seems to tell us "come"
That makes us feel strangely good
It's like the whole story
Of the black people
Swinging
Between love and despair
Something that dances within you
If you have it, you have it
She, she has it
That I don't know what
That others don't have
That puts us in a strange state
She, she has it
She, she has it
Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh
She has it, oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh, that strange voice
She has it, oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh, that strange joy
This gift from heaven that makes her beautiful
She, she has it
She, she has it
She has it, oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh
She, she has it
She has it, oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh
She has that tiny bit of soul
That indefinable charm
That little flame
Hit on barrels
On pianos
On everything that God can put in your hands
Show your laughter or your sorrow
But whether you have nothing, whether you are a king
Whether you are still seeking the powers that sleep within you
You see, it can't be bought
When you have it, you have it
She, she has it
That I don't know what
That others don't have
That puts us in a strange state
She, she has it
She, she has it...
