À cause des garçons [English translation]

You're full of shit, we're not breaking it down for you again.

Where are you getting this from? You're pushing it.

It was you who started it.

I give up. You're just too good

At nothing in particular. You're full of shit.

Fine, you'll see he's super into me.

[Chorus:]

Because of boys

We wear nylons

We pull each other's hair.

Because of boys

And the things people might say

We cry in all different ways

Because of boys

We really go off

Because of boys.

Rifle, that's the word that comes to my mind

When I think about my girl friends.

And me, I've my dose, no joke,

Of your doses of the pill.

I must be hallucinating. You need a vaccine.

All this for some show-off guy.

You're depressing. I'll leave him to you, if that's your type.

[Chorus repeats]

It's the fault of the magazines

Of the Maries, and the Claires and Marie-Claire

The newspapers and magazines* [are] all too clear

The women of today and yesterday.

It's the fault of magazines

Of the Maries and the Frances and Marie-France

The practical women who aren't fed up

With Cosmo, Vogue and all the rest.

Because of boys

We rack our brains

We melt like ice

Because of boys

I lie, you lie, we lie

We're slippery like soap

Because of boys

We seriously fall out with each other.

Because of boys.

• Artist:Yelle
• Album:Pop Up (2007)