Si la photo est bonne

If the photo's good,
Just in the second column,
There's the thug of the day,
With a cute little face,
In the vice section,
There's the killer on duty,
Who doesn't look mean at all,
He actually has an interesting eye,
Guilty or not guilty,
If he has to come clean,
I wish he'd come,
To sit down with me,
If the photo's good,
He seems like a decent guy,
Doesn't look more like a killer,
Than my neighbor's kid,
This hanging prey,
Not out of childhood,
Is gonna say his last prayer,
For loving his mother too much,
In short, we're gonna take a poor soul,
Who had a heart too generous,
Me, being the president's wife,
I still have a heart just the same,
To see heads roll,
In the end, it bothers me,
And my husband, the president,
Who loves me, who loves me so much,
When my heart starts to falter,
He fiddles with the scales,

If the photo's good,
Bring me that young man,
That nobody, that everything and worse,
That scoundrel with the sweet smile,
That big guy with a tender heart,
Who hasn't been understood,
I feel like I'm gonna lead him,
On the path to repentance,
For the future of France,
Against delinquency,
Alright, I'll make the first move,
Let justice do the rest,
Especially if he's faithful,
And I remind you,
To match his portrait,
That they look alike down to the last detail,
It's my final condition,
To grant him my forgiveness,
Bring me that young man,
If the photo's good,
If the photo's good,
If the photo's good...