You do not scurry for flicks at my place.
You've got your Truffaut; I've got Kline.
And now we each separately feed our face:
You've got your truffles; I've got swine.

You used to laugh as we'd view "Da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a--ave,"
But now you're in love with New Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a--a-ave.
And now you tell me I'm just a dumb guy.
You love your Truffaut; I love Kline.

François's filmography has caught your eye:
You watch your Truffaut; I watch Kline.

We'd once jointly take in a show-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow.
But then you said, "Kevin must go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o."
Now we aren't watchin',
And we aren't clutchin'.
The Wave! "Quatre Cents Cou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-oups"!!

I won't forgive you; you were so unkind:
You tossed your trousseau from Ann Klein.

Troubled countervoice:
'cause I'd seen you as my girlfriend,
And that was really sh*tty to do--
Say it ain't Tru.
You see, I thought that I'd be married to you,
But someone took my place, another guy 'n'
His name is Truffaut, your new find.
You tossed your trousseau for this swine.
And worse: I'm now troubled by Kli-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ine.