You were barely fifteen years old
Your hair wore ribbons
You lived very close
To the Grand Palais
I called you in the morning
And together we took the train
To go to high school.
Michèle, sitting next to you
I was waiting for recess
To go to the café
Drink a chocolate
And then kiss you
One day you turned seventeen
Your hair flew in the wind
And often you sang:
Oh! Yesterday!
Thursday afternoons
We went to the gray cinema
See Marilyn's films
Michèle, one evening in December
The snow was falling on the roofs
We were you and me
Asleep together
For the first time.
Time passed slowly
And fallen Prince Charming
Who offered you travels
In his clouds
I was told that you got married
In April last spring
That you live in Paris.
Michèle, it's all a long way away
The streets, the happy cafes
Even the commuter trains
They're making fun of you, they're making fun of me
Michèle, it's a long way away all that
The streets, the happy cafes
Even the commuter trains
They're making fun of you, they're making fun of me....
They're making fun of me!

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