Coming back is a habit
For people like you
Submerged and bored by the usual rhythms
Will you ever confess to your wife
That you sleep with me on Saturday
For about ten years of ups and downs
But I can't ask
I don't have to ask
You'll answer if you want
But I can't cry
I don't have to cry< br/>You will decide if you want to
Returning is a habit
For people like you
Faithful anchored, in the usual fold
As you will tell your wife
/>That you have a son identical to me
He has big black eyes
He has turned three years old
He is small and can't ask
He doesn't have to ask
It will be you to answer if you want
But he mustn't cry
It's shame to cry
You'll be the one to answer
If you know
But I can't ask
I don't I have to ask
You will answer if you want
But I can't ask
I don't have to ask
You will answer if you want
You will answer
You always know the answer
You will be the one to answer
You always know the answer

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