Who always said, "I don't care
I'll be the wife of a rich man
Marie-Jeanne married a twerp
Short-legged, not a hair under his hat
Three kids, two of them total idiots
In-laws who are always on her back
Who said, "I'd never
Trade for gold the body my mama gave me"
Marie-Laure is already divorced three times
Three husbands she totally wrecked
She always wanted to love just for love
That Marie-Laure rakes in crazy alimony
We'd sworn to live before life itself
Everything that comes close to madness
We'd settle down one day, but later
What mattered to us was to know it all
To chase away at night the dormitory demon
To chase away at night the dormitory demon
In the smoke from my Gitane
What have our loves become?
Besides, where've we all gone?
Have our dreams ever reached us?
Have our dreams gotten lost
Or have we vanished?
Who was afraid of everything, of nothing
Who thought every man was a dog
Obsessed with thoughts forever obscene
Marie-Pierre took in dozens of them
For an hour, for a night, for a week
Hard to keep them at the end of a leash
Number ninety
The best ally of the Memphis "Yankees"
Roberta was a mountain to love
A volcano we'll never forget
The Himalaya of our unspoken fantasies
Seems she's happy and married
In the smoke from my Gitane
What have our loves become?
Besides, where've we all gone?
Have our dreams ever reached us?
Have our dreams gotten lost
Or have we vanished?