La Lettre

I received a letter
Maybe a month ago
Arrived by mistake
Postman's clumsiness
Sprayed with perfume
Crimson lipstick
I probably should
Not have opened this letter

But I am a man
Who likes this kind of challenge
I'm fine with her calling me
Alphonse or Fred, it's up to her
It's up to her

Pretty daisies
On top of her 'I's
Handwritten curves
Like in abbeys
Some spelling mistakes
A slight dyslexia
And as a signature
The little sexy blonde

And I am a man
Who likes this kind of game
I don't like nuns
And I fell in love with her
In love

She writes that on Sunday
She'll be on the cliff
Where I held her by the hips
And that in the event
That I wouldn't have the tact
To assume my actions
She will choose the impact
30 meters below

And I am a man
Who likes this kind of challenge
I don't want her to hurt herself
Because I fell in love with her
In love

Thanks to the postmark
From a town on the coast
I was at the outpost
On Sunday morning
The place was deserted
I'll have to be patient
Blonde suicidal women
There aren't a hundred of them

And I am a man
Who likes this kind of challenge
I want to beat Newton
Because I fell in love with her
In love

She overlooked the coast
When I recognized her
I grabbed by the sleeve
My little ingenue
Who wasn't so innocent
Considering the profile
That a little inhabitant
Was making under her belly button

And I am a man
Who likes this kind of challenge
I'm fine with him calling me
(Dad) If he wants