c’est la fucking vie
(Ginny Clee/Pete Smith)

oh I know I shouldn’t care for you
as you don’t care for me
but I do and I think I always will
c’est la fucking vie
not about to curse coincidence
no point in blaming destiny
a chance arose and a rose has thorns
c’est la fucking vie
c’est la la la c’est la la la

someone else finds perfect love
gets the prize wins the lottery
while I wait for your letters which never arrive
c’est la fucking vie
old enough to know better
stand my ground and disagree
for all the difference it never makes
c’est la la la
que sera sera

oh I know I may have misbehaved
before your silent cruelty
now you watch me digging my own grave
c’est la fucking vie
c’est la la la
que sera sera