Hello my sailor!

I am married now and I white you from Lyon,
I drink no more,
I smoke real less, you know 'cause I'm pregnant since
you've been gone.
My husband says he'll bring him up
like if he is his own son.
He's a banker and he leads me out, dinner, dancing, what I want.
Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack
booth on your pants.
I'll never forget your sailor mirth,
how you picked up [bad word] out of the dirt.
His name is Jaques. He said this is mother's ring.
Take it as a prof for my love.
And our new flat is on the opera park, really nice for my little dogs.
Excuse me. Want you to know what's [bad word] 
I've no ring and there's no man.
I need fivethousand for the abortion.
Please! Send it fast as fast as you can!
Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir" I can't find the one
for whom I yearn. You know 'bout your hurting sailor flirts.
Pick me up like [bad word] you'd found in the dirt.

Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack
booth on your pants.
I'll never forget your sailor mirth,
how you picked up [bad word] out of the dirt.

Like his own son
Dancing, dinner, what I want
ring and a wedding dress
French whispers in sweet caress