Love at Ten Years Old
Raymond, Raymond, answer me
But what are you thinking about?
Can’t you see I’m right here
That I’m crazy about you?
What’s this idiot thinking about?
Is it his electric train?
His Meccano set?
His magic slate?
Chorus:
How annoying
To be only ten years old
While my little heart
Is already in bloom
Raymond, you’re not nice
You always daydream
It’s not just your friends
And those from your class
There’s a brunette who thinks of you
Go find her, you’ll succeed
We can love each other at ten
Just like children
At school, we get bored
Everything is dull
If you like me a little too
Don’t be shy
We’ll become friends
Every day that passes
From Monday to Saturday
During breaks