There is danger in the house
Since the women of good morals these spoilsport
Jealous of Manon Lescaut
Come to part with their lambs of lamb on the run
They are the man on top
The disappointed horizontal brave they take his place
From the mouth of the poor rascal
They remove the piece of bread it's disgusting
In truth, I tell you
There are more apples than in Normandy
Sainte-Madeleine, protect us
A woman's job no longer feeds her man
There are these unfortunate kids
These kids who, while sweating their little girl's thumb
Indulge in embezzlement
Of major and, eventually, put together their layette
There are these rombià ¨res of quality
These tea room bugs who prostrate themselves
Who, to restore their image
Come and hang their mink on the lantern
There are these little bourgeois fake ass
Who, in agreement with their cuckold notary clerk
At wholesale prices sell their bodies
Their charms which still smell of potatoes
Then, abandoning the girl of joy
The customer can make his choice as he pleases
And pay much less
College girls, middle schoolers Housewives and marquises
Add to this that today
The mania for gratuitous acts is growing
That creatures get assed
Stunned by the eye and without calculation, ah, the sluts
They are the man above
The brave horizontal disappointed they take his place
From the poor rascal's mouth
They remove the piece of bread, it's disgusting

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