Just Play-Along When you want, don't take that sad look She could make a drama out of it Your wife, you'll go home Watch TV After 50 years of living together You can stand her, she gets used to it Hide her from the bad image Think of bringing her flowers Even if sometimes you condemn her Your wife Near me, you come looking The semblance of stolen happiness But as soon as you have troubles It's to her that you entrust This communion of every day It's a form of love She is much more than Marie-Jeanne Your wife, of course you can't admit it But you are full of prejudices As soon as you get out of my arms You become a little bourgeois To give yourself confidence Deep down, you don't mind Seeing her drop her weapons Your wife, I am the one you desire For your pride and your pleasure I would simply prefer To be the mother of your children If you think I have a beautiful role She is the one who sleeps on your shoulder I ask myself Wouldn't it be better to give you To your wife To your wife