In my little life there are two boys
There's a dark one and then a blond one
Who both love me? their way
The dark-haired one looks sad and serious
And the blond one laughs with all his eyes
I think it’s the dark-haired one that I prefer ?f?re
He is younger, he is more handsome
He has a beautiful skin color
a pure heart, full of beautiful things
Yes but the blonde only has? come
With his laughing air
It's for him that I want to be beautiful
The brown one speaks to me very seriously
Of his love, of his torments
With a beautiful singing voice
He said he would surely kill himself
If I didn't love him all the time
Or if a day I was mean
It impresses me, it makes me really funny
It's really him who has the great role
Isn't there? say, he's the one who loves me
When I talk to the blond about committing suicide
He says to me "no, you're kidding"
But I like him kiss anyway
Did it happen? in the middle of August
We didn't understand anything at all
He had come to drink beer
When he had emptied? his beer
We heard a little "knock"
Ah, the boss wasn't proud
He was there, as calm as anything
With his forehead a little hole
My God, this story is stupid
It was my blond who left
Leaving me a little written note
br/>"I've laughed enough. Hello little head"

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