Rosi Golan - Cest lamour

I f^Celt it in my h^Emeart, that it was t^Dmime, a change of s^Fcene^Gry To ^Cget a little l^Emost, to feel a^Dmlive, and reach bey^Fond ^Gme I w^Falked into the first café in F^Crance I'm so clic^Ghéd

When I s^Caw him, I felt the room ^Emdivide into pieces Oh, the l^C7ights danced around us just like s^Ftars in the s^Gky ^COne night in Paris with a m^Eman I barely knew, I'm l^Dmost in a moment C'est la v^Fie, C'est la ch^Gance, C'est l'am^Cour

It ha^Cppened all too f^Emast, the perfect n^Dmight, for perfect str^Fange^Grs The w^Cay he wrapped the c^Emurls of his must^Dmache around his ^Ffinge^Grs And li^Fke a little girl who's never b^Ceen to Disneyl^Gand

And wh^Emen I think I about him, I w^Dmish I had it all, to d^Emo again because I wa^Fnna be just like Marie so ^Clet them eat their ^Gcake