Je suis de celles [English translation]

Hey , what are you doing here ?

It's me , it's Nathalie

What ? Don't you recognize me ?

Sure you do

We used to go to the same high school

It's true , I've changed

I've got children , a husband

What's wrong ? You look surprised

I wasn't destined

To a life in apple-pie order

I was lost

My husband found me

I was of those girls

Who never say no

The easy girls

Whom you forget the names

I wasn't pretty

Me , I was his girlfriend

The one you hardly see

That you call "what's-her-name"

I was two years older

Maybe two years too old

& I used to love boys

Maybe I little too much

Of course , you had

A dozen of conquests

That nobody had ever seen

Always in parties

To many of you

I'm for the first time

Of those girls who count

But not that much

I wasn't of those girls

Who you court

Me , I was of those girls

Who want it already

You would come home

But the very next day

You would refuse in public

To hold my hand

When you would kiss me

Out of sight

I knew why

So nobody can see us

So I would close my eyes

Until I split my lids

While , to watch out ,

You would keep them open

I kept repeating to myself :

"I shouldn't tie to him"

You kept thinking :

"It shouldn't be known"

But once you were in my arms ,

Your winded whispers ,

It was to me , only to me ,

That they were destined

Wrap-around you ,

Smelling your hair

I know it , I claim it ,

You loved me a little

Some girls fall in love

It's pure , it makes them rise

Me , I used to fall in love

Like I would fall from a chair

& Proud that you've done it

You would hold conference

A mouse that you dissect

My body for science

I used to nourish

Your jokes in barracks

That you thought were manly

You little cavemen

Giving me

Only one sweet words

Seemed to you

Like the worst weakness

You , proud of your arms

You would talk like experts

Forgetting that in my arms

You acted less proud

& The other girls

Perfidious little goody-goodies

Would have shaved my head

In another time

Those who are used

To be cuddled

Don't know about the loneliness

That nothing can console

You would come home

But the very next day

You would refuse in public

To hold my hand

• Artist:Bénabar
• Album:Les risques du métier (2003)