| Song | Chaque fois |
| Artist | Paris Combo |
| Album | 5 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In a dance-hall one evening, where I ended up by chance, | |
| Attracted like a vulgar little moth by the Chinese lanterns | |
| You were in your element, making a spectacle of yourself | |
| I was there incognito and you did your number on me... | |
| CHORUS | |
| Oh, I would have happily thrown it all in, happily told you where to get off | |
| you and your laminated tuxedo and your slicked-back blow-dry | |
| but no, I cannot, (yes but no), very well dance without you | |
| With all the others, with every step, each time I fell for it: | |
| but with you, each time, with every step, each time I danced, and it was not easily forgotten. | |
| You put your hands on my waist and suddenly | |
| I felt my disdain evaporate almost with regret | |
| It’s your ridiculous look that touched me I think | |
| and my acid-like glance failed to have the "drop dead" effect! | |
| CHORUS | |
| I have my own ideas about love…and you don’t really fit in | |
| But if I embrace your form I forget about the whys and the wherefores |
| In a dancehall one evening, where I ended up by chance, | |
| Attracted like a vulgar little moth by the Chinese lanterns | |
| You were in your element, making a spectacle of yourself | |
| I was there incognito and you did your number on me... | |
| CHORUS | |
| Oh, I would have happily thrown it all in, happily told you where to get off | |
| you and your laminated tuxedo and your slickedback blowdry | |
| but no, I cannot, yes but no, very well dance without you | |
| With all the others, with every step, each time I fell for it: | |
| but with you, each time, with every step, each time I danced, and it was not easily forgotten. | |
| You put your hands on my waist and suddenly | |
| I felt my disdain evaporate almost with regret | |
| It' s your ridiculous look that touched me I think | |
| and my acidlike glance failed to have the " drop dead" effect! | |
| CHORUS | |
| I have my own ideas about love and you don' t really fit in | |
| But if I embrace your form I forget about the whys and the wherefores |
| In a dancehall one evening, where I ended up by chance, | |
| Attracted like a vulgar little moth by the Chinese lanterns | |
| You were in your element, making a spectacle of yourself | |
| I was there incognito and you did your number on me... | |
| CHORUS | |
| Oh, I would have happily thrown it all in, happily told you where to get off | |
| you and your laminated tuxedo and your slickedback blowdry | |
| but no, I cannot, yes but no, very well dance without you | |
| With all the others, with every step, each time I fell for it: | |
| but with you, each time, with every step, each time I danced, and it was not easily forgotten. | |
| You put your hands on my waist and suddenly | |
| I felt my disdain evaporate almost with regret | |
| It' s your ridiculous look that touched me I think | |
| and my acidlike glance failed to have the " drop dead" effect! | |
| CHORUS | |
| I have my own ideas about love and you don' t really fit in | |
| But if I embrace your form I forget about the whys and the wherefores |