She don't believe in Parisian gore
Riled states are uncalled for
That's for creeps and irrational youth
Nature won't allow unspoken truths

Roman wolves and classy boys
Get in line to be destroyed
Balladeer, you can chant royal
These red emeralds, they scream recoil

[Chorus]
You can have my love, you can have my life
Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme

She don't believe in Parisian gore
She don't believe in Parisian gore

[Chorus]
You can have my love, you can have my life
Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme

With a hatchet face and a ruddy cuss
When you have nothing, you still have us