Only for a moment
Damn it, I'll leave you
Damn my mind, I don't know
I can't even avoid your scent tonight
Tell me if I can get more from your erotic mouth
And I'll tell you why I need you
Like when only the body, tainted by senses, spoke
I just want a farewell that smells of you
French bad mood, tell me what's wrong
If the melancholy's mine but the fault is yours
These are French nights, ménage à trois
That the moon, mine, mine, yours, yours, hers
Makes it vanish into amnesia
Makes it vanish into amnesia
Makes it vanish into amnesia
And always make love for hours, for hours, for hours
If deep down you won't remember
The smoke, the skin, the nights with me, with me
(Since in the end nothing's left, no, no
That in the end is what I'm left with)
French bad mood, tell me what's wrong
If the melancholy's mine but the fault is yours
These are French nights, ménage à trois
That the moon, mine, mine, yours, yours, hers
Makes it vanish into amnesia
Makes it vanish into amnesia
Makes it vanish into amnesia
And if you barely know me, naked on your back
Tell me you would like to stay with me
French bad mood, tell me what's wrong
If the melancholy's mine but the fault is yours
These are French nights, ménage à trois
That my moon, my, your, your, hers
Makes it vanish into amnesia
Makes it vanish into amnesia
Makes it vanish into amnesia