Je T'Aime

I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you
It's both silly and mundane
Like a novel from the newsstand
That you buy out of habit
It's both little and a lot
- I love you - and it just can't hold up
It's disarming in its flatness
It screams of banality
I could've said: "My beauty"
Here are some leaves and branches
Someone else has already said it
I say: "I love you" on Friday
And repeat it on Sunday

I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you
Like a magician
Who only pulls out the ace of hearts
I say: "I love you" and then I falter
I’m left hanging and that’s all there is
- I love you - and it’s my only card
And I’ve got nothing up my sleeve
That should be enough
- I love you - but saying it
You feel like there should be more
I love you, it’s played out
And when Larousse classified it
It wasn’t in the pink pages

I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you
I’ve searched the anthologies
And every night by candlelight
Between Hugo and Apollinaire
I look for the combinations
To invent in my song
An extraordinary "I love you"
But there are some imaginative folks
Who pull words by the hair
And plunder the vocabulary
All I have left is a meager
"I love you" and it’s definitive
There’s nothing left in my dictionary

No matter how hard we try
We haven’t done anything more cheesy
And the world keeps spinning anyway
Too bad, I admit defeat
Now that everything’s screwed
All I have left to say is: "I love you"

I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you