Teksty: Chely Wright. Metropolitan Hotel. C'est La Vie (you Never Can Tell).

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle
Now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
"C'est La Vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and gingerale
When Pierre found work the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est La Vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

The had a Hi-Fi phono and boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records all rock rhythm and jazz
When the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est La Vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney was a cherry-red '53
Drove it down to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there that Pierre was wedded to the lovely Mademoiselle
"C'est La Vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
"C'est La Vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
"C'est La Vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

That's right young love