On Vit, On Aime (Live)

[Intro]
When I was young my friends were French
With one who, Frenchly, "wooed a wench"
Or two, or three, or four, or more
He kept them all in separate thrall
"How do you keep each love?" I asked
"How do you say all the things you need to say
For each new day's betrayal?"
He stopped and looked and smiled
With what I think is called a Gallic shrug
Though all my women friends insist
That it is better called a phallic shrug
So smug!

[Verse 1]
"On vit, on aime, on ment, on meurt"
My French was good enough to know just what he meant
I'd say it so
"We live, we love, we lie, we die"
There was no smile, no twinkle in his eye
We love, and lie
So don't ask why we do

[Bridge]
I was, well, Gaulled
This isn't France! It isn't right!
I'll never dance that dance
Such cynicism can only be a sin
Then he touched my chin

[Verse 2]
"You'll learn, you'll see, you'll know, you'll cry"
He didn't need to say much more
For me to see eternity
"Savior, regarde, apprendre, pleurer"
I knew exactly what he meant to say
You'll learn, you'll cry
And won't ask why you do

[Bridge]
But then with you I found a love
That finally filled my heart
A love sublime
But only kept alive when kept apart
Concealed with such dark art

[Verse 3]
And so today I hear him still
I know the words he said were cruel
But they were true; you know it, too
"On vit, on aime, on ment, on meurt"
And wiser now I don't ask why we do
We love and lie
And older now, I don't ask why we do