Break Your Arm (Remastered)

I was leaving Martigny
I had fun with my buddies at the Foire du Valais
You were there, hitch-hiking
With no particular place to go
I stopped by, looked into your eyes
You were impressed by my Imprezz'
And so I said to you...

Let's make love or I'll break your arm
You're drunk? Well let's get wild
I don't care if you're expected at the Sunday meal
You won't sleep tonight
But you will dream

We arrived at my chalet
Up in the Black Forest, in Epinassey
You stood there, with your piercing
And a tribal tattoo down your back
I poured you a dozen abricotine
You were unbelievably breathtaking
And so I said to you...

Let's make love or I'll break your arm again
You're drunk? Well for me it's the same
I don't care if you're expected at the Sunday meal
You won't sleep tonight
But you will dream

And then the next morning came
I said coucou in your ear, it made you shiver
You woke up, like a bird
With a most typical morning head
You told me you fell in love
It's so sweet, but girl you got to go

Let's make love — one last time! — or I'll brake your arm again
And get out! I'm not that kind of man
I don't care if you expected from me to be kind
You won't ever sleep
In my bed again