In the entry of the hotels
And along the wooden houses...
From the Bastille to the Madeleine,
In the well-known little Maimaine,
This is me who sells the flowers:
Some mimosas, some wisterias,
The rosehips and pretty roses.
I give them with all
My soul...
Do you want a little thing,
Full of happiness, full of spring?
Then you just have to come to me
And buy one of my bouqets...
Mister, with your buttonholes,
I've got a thing that matches good:
This may-lily's your best choice
And that's all for you!
It is said that similar flowers
Were made to be in a one garden.
Oh, that's you! Come to me, lady...
Would you like to buy this daisy?
It's a flower that we select,
When we want to make a bouquet.
Cuz it feels, it wants to tell us:
I love you a lot,
You all...
Do you want a little thing,
Full of happiness, full of spring?
Then you just have to come to me
And buy one of my florets...
But i've got a special one
That i never want to sell.
Yes, you got it! That's my cute rose.
And that's only mine!
