You're nice and cultured You're rich but so mature But Darling can't you see It's not you I want to be mine It's not your face I think it's so fine I prefer a young body Your wrinkles weight on me All I want is your money
That's why I'll never live with you, without a gardener nearby Like Gaby ! That's why I'll never live with you, without a gardener nearby Like Gaby !
Can you offer me a hug ? Can you offer me a ring ? Can you offer me a bird ? You know I want the wedding And finally your credit card I'll push in the stairs Your end will look so hard I will cry on your hair
That's why I'll never live with you, without a gardener nearby Like Gaby ! That's why I'll never live with you, without a gardener nearby Like Gaby !
Don't you see, that I'm a bitch We don't play on the same pitch You live to love, I love to live In fairytales, I don't believe
