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POURVU QU’ELLES SOIENT DOUCES by MYLENE FARMER July 7, 2016

Filed under: 1980s,French Pop Lyrics,Mylène Farmer — spanishpoplyrics @ 9:13 am

FRENCH POP LYRICS

DES CHANTEUSES FRANÇAISES DES ANNÉES 80: PARTIE 4

Female French pop singers in the eighties tended to bare a bit more flesh than their British counterparts, and few bared as much as Mylène Farmer.

From 1988, this was her first number one single in France. No doubt it was helped by the wonderfully extravagant video, a fifteen minute epic which was extremely raunchy for the time.

POURVU QU'ELLES SOIENT DOUCES

Hé mec!

Ton regard oblique
En rien n'est lubrique
Ta maman t'a trop fessé
Ton goût du revers
N'a rien de pervers
Et ton bébé n'est pas fâché

Ton Kamasutra
A bien cent ans d'âge
Mon Dieu que c'est démodé
Le nec plus ultra
En ce paysage
C'est d'aimer les deux cotés

Ta majesté
Jamais ne te déplaces
Sans ton petit oreiller
A jamais je suis
Ton unique classe
Tout n'est que prix à payer

Tu fais des Ah ! des Oh !
Derrière ton ouvrage
Quand mon petit pantalon
Debout et de dos
Sans perdre courage
Dénude tes obsessions

REFRAIN:
Tu t'entêtes à te foutre de tout
Mais pourvu qu'elles soient douces
D'un poète tu n'as que la lune en tête
Des mes rondeurs tu es K.O.
Tu t'entêtes à te foutre de tout
Mais pourvu qu'elles soient douces
D'un esthète tu n'as gardé qu'un "air bête"...
Tout est beau si c'est "Vue de dos"

OK !
Prose ou poésie
Tout n'est que prétexte
Pas la peine de t'excuser
Muse ou égérie
Mes petits fesses
Ne cessent de t'inspirer

Je fais de Ah ! des Oh !
Jamais ne me lasse
Par amour pour un toqué
Ne faut-il pas que
Jeunesse se passe
A quoi bon se bousculer ?

REFRAIN
AS LONG AS THEY ARE SOFT

Hey man!

Your sideways glance
Isn't all that lewd
Your mother spanked you too much
Your taste for the reverse
Is not perverse
And your baby isn't mad

Your Kamasutra
Is at least 100 years old
My God, it's so old fashioned
The ultimate
In this scene
Is to love both sides

Your Majesty
Never go anywhere
Without your little pillow
Forever I am
Your only class
Everything has its price

You go 'aah' and 'ooh'
Behind your labours
With my panties
Up on my back
Don't lose courage
Bare your obsessions

CHORUS:
You don't care about anything
Just as long as they are soft
A poet who has only the moon in his head
My curves have knocked you out
You don't care about anything
Just as long as they are soft   
An aesthete with nothing but a vacant stare
All is beautiful when viewed from the rear

OK!
Prose or poetry
It's all just a pretext
No need to apologise
Muse or icon
My little cheeks
Never cease to inspire you

I go 'aah' and 'ooh'
Never getting bored
In love with a crazy guy
Don't let
Youth pass you by
What's the point in rushing?

CHORUS

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