She don't believe in Parisian gore Riled states are uncalled for That's for creeps and irrational youth Nature won't allow unspoken truths Roman wolves and classy boys Get in line to be destroyed Balladeer, you can chant royal These red emeralds, they scream recoil You can have my love, you can have my life Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme She don't believe in Parisian gore She don't believe in Parisian gore You can have my love, you can have my life Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme With a hatchet face and a ruddy cuss When you have nothing, you still have us