Elle a vu le loup [English translation]

Lolita, you've seen your pal Marylou

who's fifteen like you, who I always knew

You have seen how she has changed suddenly ?

Well, my dear sweetie, she's lost her cherry..

Can't blame it on her ! hey it's not a crime !

It's barely a sin, of the smallest kind

According to her pal who snitched on her

It's in mid-August she lost her cherry.

It's more for show-off than it's for the thrill

That, one desperate night, some nice little schmuck

just caught the tassel - a strike of good luck.

He picked the cherry before the season.

Apart from the joy of shocking her old ones

There was no hurry, no emergency

The romance lasted little time, after all.

She lost her cherry - two minutes in all.

Coz for performance and for ecstasy,

the poor unlucky gal had met a dolt

Ugly as can be, hopeless and clumsy

As cherry-picker, worth nothing at all.

She's lost her cherry, too bad or too good,

T'was a veggie wolf,

not a wolf to marry.

Don't want to slander,

or to say bunkum,

It's said her mother met a pack of them...

As for you, my dear, my lovely virgin,

Keep on sucking your thumb, playing hopscotch

What Marylou did, you don't care , so drop

it, her cherry-eater was a villain.

Yet, I hope, my girl, that when the time comes

to enter that gaol, there under your dress

The fruit-eating wolf will please you as much

for his lovely heart as for his deftness.

If he's, on that fine day, soft as a lamb,

Give him all your love

as a pack of gifts

On top of that diamond that you still

keep -how long, how long?-

somewhere in your lap.

• Artist:Renaud
• Album:Boucan d'enfer