Vivre sa vie: Film en douze tableaux

We live in one room down by
the railway track

With a lovely view of
the warehouse out back

No Riviera for us on our holidays
No family with a fond daddy
who plays

But the light that shines
in my baby's eye

Is more to me than the stars
in the sky

And when the rest of the town
starts to doze

The late evening sun
in our window glows

We whisper in the secrecy
of our own four walls

And make love together
as darkness falls

Is she a lady or a tramp?
Insult her. If she's a tramp, she'll
get cross; if a lady, she'll smile

We'll see
Are you a friend of Yvette's?
- I know you very well
- You don't