It all started because of a whim of yours I didn't trust you, it was just sex But sex is an attitude Like art in general And maybe I understood it and I'm here Sorry you know if I try to insist I become unbearable, I know But I love you, I love you, I love you Here we go again, okay, it's old, but I love you Sorry if I love you and if we've known each other For two months or a little more Sorry if I don't speak softly But if I don't scream I die I don't know if you know that I love you Sorry if I laugh, I give in from embarrassment I stare at you and tremble At the idea of having you next to me And feeling like I'm only yours And I'm here talking excitedly And I'm a clumsy person And I'm a clumsy person Hello, how are you? Useless question! But love makes me predictable I don't speak much, I'm strange, I drive slowly Maybe it's the wind, maybe it's the weather, maybe it's fire