Charlotte et son Jules

Shut up! It's all your fault
The morning we were getting married.
If you hadn't overslept...

We wouldn't have been too late
for the Town Hall

Always the same. Girls think
everything they do is permissible

Damn! It's unforgivable
I warned you.
You'll fall flat on your face

I knew you'd come snivelling back
You're too much. It'll be a miracle
if I forgive you. There are limits

Yes, damn it!
But miracles are very important.
Everything that happens is miraculous

Know what Picasso said
to Jean Cocteau?

"It's a miracle...
"...not to drown in the bath!"
Don't answer me!
You'll be wrong

Your great fault is babbling on forever.
Guys hate it

You should know that by now
Don't pretend not to listen
I know you're listening
I know that creep's waiting for you
down there in his car

So get out!
I know your tricks, remember!
When we met, me in my parachutist's
beret, you were bleating...

"My parents have thrown me out. I've
nowhere to sleep." And idiot that I was...

"Sleep in my bed. I'll sleep in
an armchair." Disgusting!

"Won't you put the coat over my feet?"
You couldn't find a bigger idiot!

And me stroking you
while you pretended to snooze

In the morning you put on
the sweet innocent act

You looked at your naked reflection
and asked: "What must you think of me?"

Christ! What do I think of you?
Just look at yourself

Joking apart, when I said you had
pretty breasts it was to please you

I´m allowed to joke
now and then, right?

You're not the first I've foretold the worst
for, and God knows I'm always right