The boy likes the girl The girl loves the boy But is it to say? Hey Hello, Madame The pleasure is all mine Can I buy you the world? She is my gallery girl She is my gallery girl She is my whole world The pair on his chest One can only guess That time has gone elapsed For them Smoke in the air So what a scare The girl got up and left She is my gallery girl She is my gallery girl She is my whole world To more men she goes With this her coldness grows The girl, she starts to cry Cry, cry, cry, cry She cries for years and years The puddles left are clear She sees herself in them She is my gallery girl She is my gallery girl She is my whole world