I tried to tell you in the night That with a
girl like you I could do without guided tours
You tried to tell me in the day That your
leading exports were textiles and iron ore
Hasta Manãna Monsieur Were the
Hasta Manãna Monsieur Were the three
only words that I knew for sure
little words that I knew you'd adore
Leaving my syntax back at school I was
thrown for a loss over gender and simple rules
You mentioned Kant and I was shocked, so shocked you know
where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues
Hasta Manãna Monsieur
c'est la mort, say no more, no, no more
It's all the same , whether
here or there or any where
There's them who have, and there
are the others who have not
Kimono my house mon amour I am