Lemay Lynda
Lynda Lemay
The Marmaille
For a long time I believed that the brats
I would never want them in my legs
That I would only ever endure has braille
Even as punishment in a room
For a long time I believed that kids
There were girls made for that
And that they deserved medals
And I wasn't one of his daughters there
But where does this crazy desire come from
But where do these ideas come from
This passion for school lessons
This tenderness there
I am moved by the pregnant women
Who shop for cribs
Who have breasts as big as my fear
Of having all the kids on my back
All my certainties are crumbling
I want some kids of my own
I want to blow their nose tits runny noses
I want to put this in pajamas
I want it to write I want it to jump
That it breaks mattresses
And I want it to dirty the high chairs
I want some kids of my own
I don't know why but the kids
I thought it made me didn't like the face
That prayed for me to go away
When I arrived in their space
For a long time I thought that the kids
I I'll never have one on my hands
That I had neither the heart nor the guts
Strong enough to carry this
(CHORUS)
I want to clean bleeding knees
I want some kids of my own
I want it to sulk, I want it to complain
I want to take it to the movies ©ma
I want to resurrect Santa
I want people to believe in it
I want people to get chickenpox
J I want kids of my own
My world has turned upside down
I want kids of my own
And since you arrived I want some brats
I want brats from you
I want it to write, I want it to jump
That it breaks mattresses
And I want it to It makes high chairs dirty
I want some kids of my own