Malpoli [English translation]

You're rude

I'd told you not to call me tu*

We don't own anything together

And don't pay the same rent

You spit

And your face is too close

Your breath soaks me

I feel like knocking you down

It's not pretty

To stare at my cleavage

Look at my butt instead, at least

I won't see I'm being checked out

It doesn't surprise me

That you're single

If you continue like that

I'll call my men to knock you out

Oh Yelle! (x4)

The evenings repeat themselves

And look the same, what

If it's not a guy

It's two or three

Sticking to you like wasps

On a jar of Nutella

When the good guys are on the dance floor

Those ones are for you

But he smells strong

The alcohol comes out of his pores

You know that in an hour

You'll find him again in front of the door

With his buddies

Calming him down

And everyone's there to do it

As if they're armed

Oh Yelle! (x4)

I'd like to finally spend an evening without these drags

The girls are beautiful, the guys got on their knees

To offer them a drink, to up the ante

What would the one who wins the dance have to be proud of?

All the elegant, polite boys in suits

Like the ones on the poster above your bed

Since years that they've had you dreaming

The only thing you see is a bunch of drunk guys

Oh Yelle! (x4)

You're rude! (x8) Oh Yelle!

• Artist:Yelle
• Album:Pop Up (2007)