Fanny Ardant Et Moi
Vincent
Fanny Ardant and Me
We listen to Gregorian chant
She barely speaks and I don’t say a thing
We have a relationship like that
Fanny Ardant and me
I spend the evening with Sylvain
While she stares at the wallpaper
We’ve stayed independent
Me and Fanny Ardant
She’s sitting on the shelf
Between a book by Eric Holder
A white Ikea candlestick
And a postcard from Maria
She’s always in black and white
She doesn’t say 'bring on Sunday' anymore
Since I’ve been dragging her to my parents'
Every weekend, Fanny Ardant
I don’t talk to her about the girls from Jussieu
She doesn’t say much about Depardieu
Yeah, we avoid those topics
Fanny Ardant and me
There’s something in her gaze
That blames me for coming home too late
She wishes I’d be there all the time
Of course, Fanny Ardant
She’s sitting on the shelf
Between a book by Eric Holder
A white Ikea candlestick
And a postcard from Maria
She’s always in black and white
She doesn’t say 'bring on Sunday' anymore
Since I’ve been dragging her to my parents'
Every weekend, Fanny Ardant
We listen to Gregorian chant
She barely speaks and I don’t say a thing
We have a relationship like that
Fanny Ardant and me
