With Anne on My Arm

[JEAN-MICHEL]
Girls have come and gone, Papa
Angelique and Antoinette
Or did I prefer Leslie or Hélène?
It was all a blur, and yet, Papa
When Anne comes running down the street
And I link my arm in hers
Girls have come and gone
Girls may come and go
But something very odd occurs, Papa

'Cause life is in perfect order with Anne on my arm
It makes my shoulders broader with Anne on my arm
Even when things won't gel, and the pieces won't fit
I'm suddenly in, I'm suddenly on, I'm suddenly "it"

Who else can make me feel like I'm handsome and tall?
Who else can make me feel I'm on top of it all?
I found a combination that works like a charm:
I'm simply a man who walks on the stars
Whenever it's Anne on my arm!

Life is a celebration with you on my arm
Walking's a new sensation with you on my arm
Each time I face a morning that's boring and bland
With you it looks good, with you it looks great
With you it looks grand!

Somehow, you've put a permanent star in my eye
Even the dead of Winter can feel like July
We start a conflagration that's cause for alarm
We're giving off sparks, we're setting off bells
Whenever it's you on my arm

Who else can make me feel like I'm handsome and tall?
Who else can make me feel I'm on top of it all?
I found a combination that works like a charm:
I'm simply a man who walks on the stars
Whenever it's Anne on my arm!