Monsieur Saint-Pierre

I gotta say, I love life
And a little too much the pretty boys
I've got a heart that multiplies
And it leads to some funny additions
And I can't seem to feel ashamed
I'm just a girl with nothing to my name
But when it's time to face the music
I wonder if it’ll all go okay
And it scares me, 'cause I've been told
That I won't be welcomed in paradise.

Oh my good Mr. Saint Peter
I’m talking to you in my own way
You can give me a hard time
And call me every name in the book
You can make me lose my bag
The one I stole on Bac Street
But save me a spot in paradise
I've been told so much that it’s beautiful
Look at me closely
I’m so poor
Look at my hands
Poor hands
And look at all my sins
And my old heart tired of cheating
There are tons of names written on it
It’s not my fault, they all appealed to me
Oh my good Mr. Saint Peter
I don’t know how to pray
But they say you’re so kind
Save me a spot in paradise.

I gotta say I loved life,
But now what good does it do me,
Here I am all cold and stiff
Between four wooden boards.
Really, my soul isn’t proud
In front of the crystal door
Where I glimpse behind Saint Peter
An eternity of ideals,
I’m just a soul of nothing at all,
I don’t even know how to kneel.

Oh my good Mr. Saint Peter
I’m talking to you in my own way,
You can take away my desires
Deprive me of all my memories
And even confiscate my clip,
The one that handsome Philippe paid for,
But give me my spot in paradise,
I've been told so much that it’s beautiful.
Look at me closely
I’m so poor,
Look at my hands,
Poor hands,
And look at all my sins
And my old heart tired of cheating,
Of all the names written on it
There’s more than one, the name of Jesus.
Oh my good Mr. Saint Peter
I don’t know how to pray,
So let’s say I didn’t say anything
But keep me in paradise.