Pourvu qu'elles soient douces [English translation]

Hey boy!

Your sidelong glance

Isn't lewd at all

Your mom's spanked you too much

Your taste for the reverse

Is in no way perverse

And your baby isn't upset

Your Kamasutra

Is indeed a century old

God, it's so outmoded

The state-of-the-art

In this context

Is to like both sides

Your majesty

You never travel

Without your little cushion

Forever I am

Your only class

That's just the price to pay

You let out aahs and oohs

Behind your work

When my little pants

Upright or from behind

Without losing heart

Strip bare your obsessions

You don't give a fuck about anything

So long as they're soft

A poet whose head is in the clouds

Knocked out by my curves

You don't give a fuck about anything

But as long as they're soft

An aesthete who's only left with a stupid look

Viewed from behind, everything's beautiful!

OK!

Prose or poetry

It's all just a pretext

Don't bother apologising

Muse or icon

My little cheeks

Never stop inspiring you

I let out aahs and oohs

I'm never bored

In love with a nut

If youth will

eventually pass

What's the hurry?

You don't give a fuck about anything

So long as they're soft

A poet whose head is in the clouds

Knocked out by my curves

You don't give a fuck about anything

But as long as they're soft

An aesthete who's only left with a stupid look

Viewed from behind, everything's beautiful!

• Artist:Mylène Farmer
• Album:Ainsi soit je