A fancy woman is so pretty,
Stands at the street right there.
She constantly sees people,
They pay her every day.
But when she has a day off,
She comes to the local ball,
Looking for someone special
Who she was dreaming of.
Her man is one of artists,
He's weird but pretty young,
He's great accordionist
That plays her the java.
When she hears the java,
She looks at nothing but
The nervous play of the musician.
Her eyes are full of love,
She can't see anyone
But the accordionist that she listens.
And this music's inside,
She feels that in her heart,
She wants to sing,
It's something amazing...
She's him head over heels,
She forgot how to breathe...
And his music's driving her crazy.
A fancy woman feels so blue,
Stands at the street right there.
Her man, he has gone to
The war, now he is there.
When he'll come back to Paris,
They'll open their own shop:
She wants to be a cashier
And he'll work as her boss.
Oh, how she will be happy
To work with her sweetheart!
For her he will be playing
The java every night.
And she hears the java,
She remembers by heart
The image of her favorite musician.
Her eyes are full of love,
She can't see anyone
But the accordionist that she misses.
And this music's inside,
She feels that in her heart,
She wants to cry,
It's something obtrusive...
She's him head over heels,
She forgot how to breathe...
And his music's driving her crazy.
A fancy woman stands alone
In the corner of the street.
Men never fall in love
With girls who're so flaccid.
And as years go by,
Her man doesn't come back,
All her dreams fell apart,
She'll never be the same.
But her weak and thin legs
Lead her to a public house.
There's a new artist who plays
The music all the night.
And she hears the java,
She listens the java...
When she closes her eyes,
She sees the play of her love.
And this music's inside,
She feels that in her heart,
She wants to scream.
It's something obtrusive...
She wants to forget him,
She starts dancing, she spins
With the rhythm of music.
Turn it off!
Please turn all the music off...
