Hope she doesn't find it ridiculous
the sentence printed on my sweater
Hope I don't read in her eyes
that my cap's for old folks
Hope there isn't a huge silence
as soon as I say "intermittent"
Hope she doesn't take the first train
when I tell her my name's Gauvain
Hope she doesn't think I'm a moron
every time I quote The Dinner Game
Hope she knows "Coke en stock"
and some of Haddock's swear words
Hope she's got a sense of love
and we don't get a humor heartbreak
Hope she digests oysters fine
Hope she yells at the ref
Hope she yells at the ref
Hope she reads the Michelin maps
Hope we trade our books
Hope she steals my bookmark
and isn't too much into makeup
Hope she talks with my buddies
so they soon become hers
Hope her dad isn't the look-alike
of Donald Trump, I'm begging you
Hope she knows who Leprest is
Hope she doesn't vote for the plague
Hope she wraps herself in a scarf
that I sniff before she leaves
Hope her tears come easily
Hope she's a movie buff
Hope she piles up all the cushions
like how touching Darroussin is
like how touching Darroussin is
Hope she's the kind of partner
who heads down country roads
where two cars just can't pass
hay bales around, boots on our feet
Hope she's also one of those
who think about filling their brain
that she leans more toward Modiano
that she doesn't lean too much toward Morano
Hope she wants lots of kids
it's crazy having such tiny hands
Hope she teases me a bit
about my old bowl haircut
Hope she plays on the piano each morning
the Amélie Poulain soundtrack
And hope she loves this song
as much as Gérard Darmon's voice