Faut pas qu'il se figure

He can't think that
I'm gonna throw myself into his arms
As soon as he comes my way
And scream at him: "I'm all yours"
He can't think that
I'm gonna be left speechless
As soon as he looks at me
Trying to impress me
He can't think that
I was just waiting for him
To confess all blossomed:
"You are my sky, you are my life..."
He can't think that
He'll always do whatever he wants
That he's won when he's around
And that I'm lost if he's not here
But what is he doing, he's late!
Here comes the elevator… first… second… third… fourth…
And what if he doesn't come!...
No! I don't believe that!
But what is he doing? A quarter past three!...
Ah! The elevator… first… second… third…
Here it is… We're gonna ring…
We rang... he rang... you rang...
Finally! I knew it well…

He can't notice
That suddenly since he's here
I feel like I'm fighting against myself
To not throw myself into his arms
He can't notice
That I'm pretending to joke
And that I don't dare to look at him
Because my heart's about to burst
He can't notice
That I'm so happy I could die
And that I don't know in front of his smile
If I should cry or if I should laugh
He can't notice
That I'll always do whatever he wants
That I'm lost if he's not here
He can't… he can't… he can't…
Oh! My love!
If you only knew…