Ma môme
Jean Ferrat
My Girl
My girl, she doesn't act like a diva
She doesn't wear sunglasses
In the sun
She doesn't pose for magazines
She works in a factory
In Créteil
In an overcrowded suburb
We live in a furnished apartment
Her and me
The window has only one pane
That overlooks the warehouse
And the rooftops
We don't go to Saint-Paul-de-Vence
We spend all our vacations
In Saint-Ouen
As a family, we only have one godmother
Somewhere in Lorraine
And it's far
But my girl, she's twenty-five years old
And I truly believe that the Holy Virgin
In the churches
Doesn't have more love in her eyes
And doesn't smile better
No matter what they say
In the summer when the city falls asleep
At our place, there's lingering sunlight
I rest my head on her back
I slowly take her hand
And I hold onto it
We say all the things that come to us
It's beautiful like Verlaine
It seems
We watch the day fall
And then we make love
In secret
My girl, she doesn't act like a diva
She doesn't wear sunglasses
In the sun
She doesn't pose for magazines
She works in a factory
In Créteil
