Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti - Renaud

Elle avait la taill' faite au tour,

Les hanches pleines,

Et chassait l’m?

le aux alentours

De la Mad’leine …

A sa fa?

on d’me dir': «Mon rat,

Est-c'que j’te tente?

«Je vis que j’avais affaire?

Un' d?

butante …

L’avait l’don, c’est vrai, j’en conviens,

L’avait l’g?

nie,

Mais, sans technique, un don n’est rien

Qu’un' sal' manie …

Certes on ne se fait pas putain

Comme on s’fait nonne,

C’est du moins c’qu’on pr?

che, en latin,

A la Sorbonne …

Me sentant rempli de piti?

Pour la donzelle,

J’lui enseignai, de son m?

tier,

Les p’tit’s ficelles …

J’lui enseignai l’moyen d’bient?

t

Faire fortune,

En bougeant l’endroit o?

le dos

R’ssemble?

la lune …

Car, dans l’art de fair' le trottoir,

Je le confesse,

Le difficile est d’bien savoir

Jouer des fesses …

On n’tortill' pas son popotin

D’la m?

me mani?

re,

Pour un droguiste, un sacristain,

Un fonctionnaire …

Rapidement instruite par

Mes bons offices,

Elle m’investit d’une part

D’ses b?

n?

fices

On s’aida mutuellement,

Comm' dit l’po?

te.

Ell'?

tait l’corps, naturell’ment,

Puis moi la t?

te …

Un soir,?

la suite de

Man?

uvres douteuses,

Elle' tomba victim' d’une

Maladie honteuse …

Lors, en tout bien, toute amiti?,

En fille probe,

Elle me passa la moiti?

De ses microbes …

Apr?

s des injections aigu?

s

J’abandonnai l’m?

tier d’cocu

Syst?

matique …

Elle eut beau pousser des sanglots,

Braire?

tu'-t?

te,

Comme je n'?

tais qu’un salaud,

J’me fis honn?

te …

Sit?

t priv?

e de ma tutelle,

Ma pauvre amie

Courut essuyer du bordel

Les infamies …

Para?

t qu’elle s’vend m?

me?

des flics,

Quelle d?

cadence!

Y’a plus d’moralit?

publique

Dans notre France …

She had her waist made round,

full hips,

And chased the m?

the around

From the Mad'leine...

How does it look?

they say to me: "My rat,

Am I tempting you?

"I saw I had business?

A' d?

stubborn …

He had the gift, it's true, I agree,

Had the g?

deny,

But, without technique, a gift is nothing

That a sal mania...

Of course we don't fucking

As we become a nun,

At least that's what we want?

che, in Latin,

At the Sorbonne...

Feeling filled with pity?

For the damsel,

I taught him, from his m?

third,

The little strings...

I taught him how to do it well?

you

Strike it rich,

By moving the place where?

the back

looks like?

the moon …

Because, in the art of doing the sidewalk,

I confess,

The difficult thing is to know well

Butt play...

You don't twist your booty

Of the m?

me mani?

D,

For a druggist, a sexton,

An official …

Quickly educated by

My good offices,

She invests me on the one hand

Of his b?

not?

tricks

We helped each other,

How does the po say?

you.

Ell'?

was the body, naturally,

Then me the t?

you...

One night,?

Following

Man?

dubious works,

She fell victim to a

Shameful disease...

Then, in all good, all friendship?,

As an honest girl,

She passed me half?

From his germs...

Apr?

s acute injections?

s

I abandoned the m?

third of a cuckold

System?

matic …

She was in vain heaving sobs,

Bray?

are you?

you,

As I do?

you're a bastard,

I made myself honest?

you...

Sit?

t priv?

e of my guardianship,

My poor friend

Ran to clean up the mess

The infamy...

Para?

Does it sell m?

me?

cops,

What d?

pace!

Is there more morality?

public

In our France...