Par Hasard

I’m not here by chance
I came to Paris to see you
I took the noon train at seven
The one you know where there’s a snack bar
I’m not here for shopping
I don’t like window shopping
I came to Paris to see you
Definitely not by chance

In the village, nothing really new, Alfred’s a widower
Julie had twins
And Rose, she got married, rainy wedding, happy marriage
What are you doing for Christmas?

I’m not here by chance
I came to Paris to see you
You know I really regretted
What happened last summer
But at the time I got mad
When you told me you were married
Now it doesn’t really matter
When I think about it

Can I come in? No, you’re in a hurry, I won’t hold you back
Your house looks really nice
You have my number, zero zero, oh really, you do?
I’m not doing anything for Christmas

Well, I’m going to say goodbye
I wanted to see you again
Even without flip-flops, not tanned
In a clean tie and freshly shaved
See you one of these days, mister who
Made love to me and lied
I’ll come back without hope
But never by chance.