Je t’aime, Robin

(hummm, mmm)

I wanted to write a beautiful song for your birthday,

my dear

To tell you exactly how I’ve felt through every passing year

But my rhyming dictionary broke,

and my brain is feeling flat

I’m borrowing a phrase from France because it sounds more elegant than

that:

Je t'aime.

Je t'aime, je t'aime,

je t'aime, Robin,

Je t'aime, je t'aime,

all day!

Je t'aime, je t'aime,

je t'aime, Robin,

That’s pretty much

all I can say!

I love you when you're happy,

and I love you when you're tense

I love you when you're speaking words that make absolutely no sense

I could praise your beautiful eyes,

or how you brighten up the room

But instead, I’ll just repeat this line to save myself some gloom:

Je t'aime. Je t'aime.

Je t'aime.

Je t'aime, je t'aime,

je t'aime, Robin,

Je t'aime, je t'aime,

all day!

Je t'aime, je t'aime,

je t'aime, Robin,

That’s pretty much all I can say!

Robin...

Je t'aime when you steal the covers.

Je t'aime when you leave your coffee mugs in every room of

the house.

Do I know any other French words?

Croissant?

Baguette?

Rousse?

It doesn’t matter.

Because mostly...

Je t'aime

the most.

Je t'aime! Je t'aime!

Je t'aime, Robin!

Je t'aime, je t'aime,

always!

Je t'aime! Je t'aime!

Je t'aime, Robin!

(High note)

JE T'AIIIIIIME!

Je t'aime.

Seriously,

I really do. Happy Birthday,

Robin! (whispering)

Je t'aime.