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Translation
Original
Miss
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You don't say madam
You say miss
That's how you call
The good-time girls, the children, the virgins
Rolling your eyes
No ring on their fingers
No more than lead in the wing
Run away from the cold countries
Like the swallows
Not like all the ones
Shedding so many tears
When he takes a powder
The full of charm prince
You don't say madam
You say miss
That's how you call
The old maids, the saints, the lesbians
Rolling your eyes
But they're so beautiful
Those women, free to
Love one or another
Letting the other one free
To fly a few hours
Pretty butterflies
Don't go elsewhere
When you don't put them in jail
Leaving open
Their room and their thighs
Their soul uncovered
Without any artifice
The easy girls [1]
Are so full of grace
They erase all the ones
With virtual virtue
You don't say madam
You say miss
That's how you call
The dancers, the poets, the painters, the models
I'm kind of like them
No ring on my finger
No sense into me
But if you want me
I will try to be the one
That will make you happy
Pretty butterflies
Don't seek elsewhere
What they find at home
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Comments
[1] French expression. Literally "Mary-lay-down-here". Zazie says "full of grace" in reference to the "Hail Mary" prayer.