I love you when you don’t cry
I love you , when you don’t scold
So please hold on, keep standby
Quarrel is wrong, bad as mold
I am a, good calmly guy
You a sweet, girl I am told
Let us eachother reply
With all kinds of words of gold
No, no, no: Not a shadow of chance
That’s the other site of my romance
When she’s angry she likes in trance
And it’s always due to bad finance
No, no, no: Not a shadow of chance
Unless I try it once in advance
To have with her a nice belly dance
By making love on that cruise to France