Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C’est lui (Pour moi il y a un homme dans Paris), artist - Josephine Baker. Date of issue: 11.03.2013
Song language: French
C’est lui (Pour moi il y a un homme dans Paris)(original) |
| Quatre fois par jour, par douzaines |
| Des messieurs très amoureux |
| Me proposent une vie de reine |
| Pour que je me donne à eux |
| Y en a qu´un qu´a su me plaire |
| Il est méchant, il n´a pas le sou |
| Ses histoires ne sont pas claires |
| Je le sais bien mais je m´en fous |
| Pour moi, y a qu´un homme dans Paris |
| C´est lui |
| Je peux rien y faire, mon cœur est pris |
| Par lui |
| Je crois que j´en perds la tête |
| Il est si bête |
| Qu´il ne l´a pas compris |
| Pour moi, y a qu´un homme dans Paris |
| C´est lui |
| Je passerais dans un trou de souris |
| Pour lui |
| Chaque jour je l´adore |
| Bien plus encore |
| Pour moi, y a qu´un homme dans Paris |
| Et c´est lui |
| Pour moi, y a qu´un homme dans Paris |
| Il court après toutes les filles |
| Elles sont toutes à sa merci |
| Son regard les déshabille |
| Ses mains parfois aussi |
| Je ne fais rien pour qu´il m´aime |
| Aux autres, il donne le bonheur |
| Mais il est à moi quand même |
| Puisqu´il est dans mon cœur |
| Owdowoo… |
| Il est si bête qu´il ne l´a pas compris |
| Owdowoo… |
| Chaque jour je l´adore |
| Bien plus encore |
| Pour moi, y a qu´un homme dans Paris |
| Et c´est lui |
| Pour moi, y a qu´un homme dans Paris |
| (translation) |
| Four times a day, by the dozen |
| Very loving gentlemen |
| Offer me a life as a queen |
| For me to give myself to them |
| I only liked one |
| He's mean, he ain't got no money |
| His stories are unclear |
| I know it well but I don't care |
| For me, there's only one man in Paris |
| It's him |
| I can't do anything about it, my heart is taken |
| By him |
| I think I'm losing my mind |
| He's so dumb |
| That he didn't understand |
| For me, there's only one man in Paris |
| It's him |
| I would go through a mouse hole |
| For him |
| Every day I love it |
| Even more |
| For me, there's only one man in Paris |
| And it's him |
| For me, there's only one man in Paris |
| He runs after all the girls |
| They're all at his mercy |
| His gaze undresses them |
| His hands sometimes too |
| I do nothing to make him love me |
| To others he gives happiness |
| But he's mine anyway |
| Since he is in my heart |
| Owdowoo… |
| He's so dumb he didn't understand it |
| Owdowoo… |
| Every day I love it |
| Even more |
| For me, there's only one man in Paris |
| And it's him |
| For me, there's only one man in Paris |