I knew the guy who met the girl well
I knew the girl who smiled at the guy well
La la la...
He asked her for some thread and needles
To hang a heart on her cloth coat
La la la...
And she gave everything, the thread and the needles
And then her heart heart of a girl on top of that
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It's always the same story
I hardly dare talk to you about it
Me, I did pretend to believe in it
Pretend to listen to me
So, I saw the girl inventing Sundays
To dance love, on the arm of her lover
La la la...
If love were pure, if life were frank
They could have loved each other until the end of a long time
The la la...
He lied at first without her wanting to understand
But she wanted to hang herself the day he left
[Chorus]
I knew the guy well who left the girl
I knew the girl well who cried for the guy
Ah ah ah...
She cried for a long time and one thing led to another
Her tears were getting old but did not heal
Ah ah ah...
Her heart had taken a cold
It's more serious than we think ' guess
I know something about it
The girl was me
There's no need to listen to me anymore

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