On Vit, On Aime (Live)

Album cover art for "On Vit, On Aime (Live)" by Melissa Errico

Melissa Errico - Pop, Live

On Vit, On Aime (Live)

0 Plays

Duration: 4:51

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

[Intro] When I was young my friends were French With one who, Frenchly, "wooed a wench" Or two, or three, or four, or more He kept them all in separate thrall "How do you keep each love?" I asked "How do you say all the things you need to say For each new day's betrayal?" He stopped and looked and smiled With what I think is called a Gallic shrug Though all my women friends insist That it is better called a phallic shrug So smug! [Verse 1] "On vit, on aime, on ment, on meurt" My French was good enough to know just what he meant I'd say it so "We live, we love, we lie, we die" There was no smile, no twinkle in his eye We love, and lie So don't ask why we do [Bridge] I was, well, Gaulled This isn't France! It isn't right! I'll never dance that dance Such cynicism can only be a sin Then he touched my chin [Verse 2] "You'll learn, you'll see, you'll know, you'll cry" He didn't need to say much more For me to see eternity "Savior, regarde, apprendre, pleurer" I knew exactly what he meant to say You'll learn, you'll cry And won't ask why you do [Bridge] But then with you I found a love That finally filled my heart A love sublime But only kept alive when kept apart Concealed with such dark art [Verse 3] And so today I hear him still I know the words he said were cruel But they were true; you know it, too "On vit, on aime, on ment, on meurt" And wiser now I don't ask why we do We love and lie And older now, I don't ask why we do

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Peter Foley
  • Adam Gopnik