Lolita Go Home - Jane Birkin

Tous les gens comme il faut se retournent sur moi

Principalement les femmes, je ne sais pas pourquoi!

Elles reluquent mes chaussures, mes chaussettes et ma jupe

J’les entends murmurer des drôles de mots comme «pute»

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Looolita!

Looolita!

Lolita, go home!

On me chasse de partout, comme une boule de flipper

Qui s’cogne aveuglement dans les machines en fer

J’ai tout mis dans un sac, des cartons et ficelles

J’pouvais plus supporter ces sarcasmes cruels

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Looolita!

Looolita!

Lolita, go home!

Derrière les volets clos, j’ai senti leurs regards

Et je courbe le dos en chemin vers la gare

On dirait que, vraiment, à tous, je faisais peur

J’ai vu, en rangs serrés, les femmes crier en chÅ"ur

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Looolita!

Looolita!

Lolita, go home!

Au wagon-restaurant, j’ai commandé un thé

Je ne fais rien de mal, j’ai les jambes écartées

Et pourtant, devant moi, un vieux monsieur salive

Et j'écoute le chant de la locomotive

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

All the right people turn on me

Mainly women, I don't know why!

They eye my shoes, my socks and my skirt

Hear 'em whisperin' funny words like 'bitch'

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Looolita!

Looolita!

Lolita, go home!

I'm being chased around like a pinball

Who bangs blindly into the iron machines

I put everything in a bag, boxes and strings

I could no longer bear these cruel sarcasms

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Looolita!

Looolita!

Lolita, go home!

Behind the closed shutters, I felt their eyes

And I bend my back on the way to the station

Looks like I really scared everyone

I saw, in serried rows, the women shouting in chorus

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Looolita!

Looolita!

Lolita, go home!

At the restaurant car, I ordered a tea

I do nothing wrong, I have my legs apart

And yet, in front of me, an old gentleman salivates

And I listen to the song of the locomotive

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

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Lolita, go home!

Lolita!

Lolita, go home!