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Someday I will marry a angel

Doctor,
Someday I will marry an angel
We will make love in the clouds
While praying so that nothing changes
You know, a story fixed in the ages
 
Doctor,
Someday I will marry an angel
We will make love in the clouds
While praying so that nothing changes
 
Here, love is too much, too much superficial
People just keep saying to you that someday it will fall from the sky
And it's always the same speeches
Beautiful words, you will soon run out of it
 
As soon as the day begins,
I leave for taking a stroll and I dream
That nothing moves but our lips
And I'm elevating
 
As soon as the day begins,
I leave for taking a stroll and I dream
Of an non-existant love
That will sadden me though
 
Doctor,
Someday I will marry an angel
We will make love in the clouds
While praying so that nothing changes
You know, a story fixed in the ages
 
Doctor,
Someday I will marry an angel
We will make love in the clouds
While praying so that nothing changes, changes
 
Here, love is too much, too much conceptual
People just keep saying to you that men, women are so cruel
And it's never like in the movies
We're definitely less beautiful when we're far from cameras
 
As soon as the day begins,
I leave for taking a stroll and I dream
That nothing moves but our lips
And I'm elevating
 
As soon as the day begins,
I leave for taking a stroll and I dream
Of an non-existant love
That will sadden me though
 
Doctor,
Someday I will marry an angel
We will make love in the clouds
While praying so that nothing changes
You know, a story fixed in the ages
 
Doctor,
Someday I will marry an angel
We will make love in the clouds
While praying so that nothing changes, changes
 
Doctor,
Someday I will marry an angel
We will make love in the clouds
While praying so that nothing changes
 

Absurd gossip

Tell me, Pierre, do you like boys?
Not that it changes something, but
Everyone is wondering
You can understand
There have to be things we could tell each other
Just enough time
For one or two then three coffee break
 
Then we wonder
Whether Marie got AIDS
It's been a while
Since we haven't seen her anymore
Walking her cat
Or maybe it's her husband
That get her in a stew
Kicked out
He dominates
 
But the worse part
Is of course the kids' morale
Imagine little Jonathan
In his bed, crying
Poor kid isn't still ten
Yes but for the gossip, it's fun
 
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
I fear so much emptiness
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
Ah, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
I fear so much emptiness
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
 
Between colleagues it's Paris Match1
I promise you, they don't miss a thing
To who will score the best scoop
To who will give the best shot
 
A divorce is 300 points
You double if it includes an affair
And God knows it's not good but
I bet all on alimony
 
Yes because suddenly all this trouble me
And I play
Amused by their words
I sink
Perverted by their fault
And I play
Amused by their words
And then I sink, I sink
 
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
I fear so much emptiness
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
Ah, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
I fear so much emptiness
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
 

• 1. Paris Match is a weekly news magazine which often covers gossip about celebrities.