Michèle

You were barely fifteen
Your hair had ribbons
You lived close by
To the Grand Palace
I would call you in the morning
And together we would take the train
To go to school
Michèle, sitting next to you
I would wait for recess
To go to the café
To drink hot chocolate
And then kiss you
One day you turned seventeen
Your hair flying in the wind
And often you would sing: Oh! Yesterday!
On Thursday afternoons
We would go to the gray cinema
To watch Marilyn's films
Michèle, one evening in December
The snow was falling on the roofs
It was you and me
Asleep together
For the first time
Time passed gently
And the Prince Charming fell
Who offered you trips
In his clouds
I was told you got married
In April last spring
That you live in Paris
Michèle, that's all far away
The streets, the joyful cafes
Even the suburban trains
Mock you, mock me
Michèle, that's all far away
The streets, the joyful cafes
Even the suburban trains
Mock you, mock me
...Mock me!