Déjala

Good?
Where have you been today?
Yes, it's me
It was our weekly date
Oh, really?
Candles, music, champagne
Of course, of course
Seven days preparing it
It's always the same situation
Alone hating you and loving you
I always end up in a corner
Alone crying until dawn

My love, leave her
My love, leave her
What can she have that I don't?
What can she give you? Tell me

My love, leave her
My love, leave her