Remember when we met in the house next door, 
English girl in France what where you looking for?
I fell in love with you
as soon as I saw you.
When I told you that my heart was all yours, 
I had to repeat ‘je vous aime d’amour’.
You looked up to the sky, 
as if it was too high.
Then hélas you went away the next day.
Why? When? How? You really didn’t say.

Follow you to Paris.
Follow you to Nice.
Follow you to Monaco.
Follow you to Concarno.
So this is our Tour the France.

After a while I finally found your address.
I ran, I ran as if it was a race
but you saw me from far.
Now who knows where you are?
Oh you left Paris, Lyon and Monaco.
You go so fast – I follow you but too slow.
Dommage! No time to waste.
Adieu wines and cheese tastes.
I am afraid that someday you will leave France.
Should I follow you or break or romance?

Follow you to Paris.
Follow you to Nice.
Follow you to Monaco.
Follow you to Concarno.
So this is our Tour the France.


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