Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Je suis dev'nue la bonne , by - Thomas Fersen. Song from the album Le Jour Du Poisson, in the genre ПопRelease date: 07.11.2004
Record label: Believe
Song language: French
Je suis dev'nue la bonne(original) |
| Je suis devnue la bonne. |
| Tout ce mal que j’me donne |
| Pour faire partie des meubles. |
| Jamais un bouquet d’roses |
| Comme quand j’tais ta chose. |
| Pas l’amour qu’est aveugle. |
| Une autre est la mode |
| De caractre commode. |
| Me voil dans l’ptrin. |
| Autant laisser ouverte |
| Sur ma vie de plante verte |
| La porte du jardin. |
| Qu’un beau cambrioleur |
| Vienne cueillir mon coeur |
| O tu l’as oubli… |
| Pas d’danger que j’pleurniche |
| Sur ma vie de potiche. |
| J’n’me f’rai pas supplier |
| Pour le suivre en silence |
| Avec le chien d’faence |
| Et le valet muet. |
| Avec le bas de laine |
| Le cochon d’porcelaine. |
| Mon corps long et fluet |
| Roul dans le tapis |
| J’aurai vite dguerpi. |
| Je forme ce souhait. |
| Qu’un beau cambrioleur |
| Vienne cueillir mon coeur |
| O tu l’as oubli… |
| Je prendrai bien le pli |
| De me glisser dans son lit |
| Et d’etre le jouet |
| D’un amour de bandit. |
| Ca m’donnerait, comme on dit |
| Un petit coup de fouet. |
| Qu’un beau cambrioleur |
| Vienne cueillir mon coeur |
| O tu l’as oubli… |
| Qu’un beau cambrioleur |
| Vienne cueillir mon coeur |
| O tu l’as oubli. |
| On retrouv’ra aux puces |
| Mon buste de Vnus |
| Pos sur un rayon |
| Entre une main de Fatma |
| Et un lot d’panamas |
| Tomb du camion. |
| (translation) |
| I became the maid. |
| All this trouble that I give myself |
| To be part of the furniture. |
| Never a bouquet of roses |
| Like when I was your thing. |
| Not the love that is blind. |
| Another is fashion |
| Convenient in character. |
| Here I am in a mess. |
| Might as well leave it open |
| On my green plant life |
| The Garden Gate. |
| What a handsome burglar |
| Come pick up my heart |
| Oh you forgot... |
| No danger of me whining |
| On my life as a figurehead. |
| I won't be begging myself |
| To follow him in silence |
| With the earthenware dog |
| And the mute valet. |
| With the woolen stocking |
| The porcelain pig. |
| My long, slender body |
| Roll in the carpet |
| I would have quickly got away. |
| I form this wish. |
| What a handsome burglar |
| Come pick up my heart |
| Oh you forgot... |
| I'll take it well |
| To slip into his bed |
| And be the toy |
| With bandit love. |
| It would give me, as they say |
| A little boost. |
| What a handsome burglar |
| Come pick up my heart |
| Oh you forgot... |
| What a handsome burglar |
| Come pick up my heart |
| Oh you forgot. |
| We'll meet at the flea market |
| My bust of Venus |
| Pos on a shelf |
| Between a hand of Fatma |
| And a batch of Panama hats |
| Tomb of the truck. |