Elle a...

If you meet on the road
A little lady, not much taller than this
You'll surely think to yourself
That she's cute, and that's that
For me, she's my bundle of laughs
And the cause of my troubles
It's also, of course,
My love for the moment.

She's got eyes
They're wonderful
And hands
For my mornings
She's got laughter
To charm me
And songs
Bo le le la
Bo le le lo la…
She's got, she's got
A ton of things
Things in pink
Just for me.
Just for me
Well… I believe it.

Don't you think she's beautiful?
And that I'm right to talk about her,
Every moment I think of her,
But don't go repeating it to her.
We're so silly when we're in love,
We keep saying it every time,
Of course, it's the third time,
But especially, don't tell her.

She's got eyes
They're wonderful,
And hands
For my mornings,
She's got laughter
To charm me,
In my song
Bo le le la
Bo le le lo la…
She's here
Just for me
Well… I believe it.