SAINT TROPEZ

Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)
Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)

Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)
Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)

We’re pretty much on holiday
I saw you last time at a buffet
I gave a rendezvous at the beach
And you told me:
“Je suis marié”

Then I took you by the hand, you followed me
Stealing that boat was not easy
But we did it and you told me:
“Ce n’est pas bien”

Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)
Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)

We were running to escape the cops
You failed and yell at me that I shouldn’t stop
You were beautiful
And I told you: “au revoir”
I never forget your baby face
I hope that you’ll not forget “mes fesses”
And I love you for a weekend (un deux trois quatre)

Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)
Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)

Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)
Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)

Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)
Quite love (quite love)
In Saint-Tropez (In Saint-Tropez)

Quite quite love
Quite quite love