The lyrics are below ...
Comme un été, comme une image Je sens que tout va recommencerHier, hier je me suis enivréJe ne savais vraiment plus quoi faireBaby, oh my baby; Je crois que j'ai trouvé l'amourBaby, oh my baby...I think I'm falling in loveBaby .....
Comme un vautour qui tourne au tourTu t'envole avec mon amourTu m'as laissé, tu m'as oubliéC'est toujours à recommencer
Oh Baby, oh my baby. Je crois que je t'aimerai toujoursOh-oh-oh Baby, Oh my baby; You know it always happens this way
Oh, oh, oh, oh Baby, oh my baby. Je crois que je t'aimerai toujoursBaby, oh my baby. Je crois que j'ai perdu l'amourBaby, Oh my baby; I think I'm falling in loveOh, Oh Baby, Oh my baby. You know it always happens this way
Oh, oh, oh, oh Baby, oh my baby. Je crois que je t'aimerai toujoursBaby, oh my baby. Je crois que j'ai perdu l'amour
Now, as I said I had more tolerance back then ... and I admit that I proposed to someone every time I visited Montreal before I sobered up ... so things were very different. The music is still good ... The women in MTL are still prone to be yummy & I still have a soft spot in my heart for the folks in Chicoutimi, and some folks from the Gaspe. But, I am tired of the quebec parasite that drains this country of so much of its economic potential by insisting that we provide services in languages that could be facilitated technologically by video-conferencing & skype .... from a central Department of the lang-francais which could provide call-center type jobs to people who actually were bilingual (not just the crap that passes for bilinge in the federal PS). But I am old and jaded and tired of watching successive gov't piss valuable tax-dollars into the black-hole that is Quebec. Don't get me wrong ... I still find the people & the culture & the places have value ... & I always will love those aspects that the franco-culture bring to the table. I'm just tired of the extortion and the bullying from the franco-national-socialists. And I'm tired of having to pay the tab for Trudeau's "pipe-dream"
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