Cerise

Sure, I can be a bit clumsy
No doubt I can blame myself for that
But I’m not like those airheads
Who lounge in tea rooms
If I’ve got a little pea in my brain
It’s not Voltaire’s fault
With my cliché expressions
And my funny vocabulary

I’m blonde and I don’t give a damn
Why should I justify myself?
I validate arts and letters
Do I need to repeat that?
I’m blonde and I don’t give a damn
Nature can’t change a thing
I’m just an illiterate
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As a kid, I thought it was funny
I was pretty proud, I admit
To see us playing the lead roles
In your bad taste sitcoms
Hélène stole all the boys
Dorothée ruled the TV
And then one day the production
Put Malorine to work

I’m blonde and I don’t give a damn
Why should I justify myself?
I validate arts and letters
But do I need to repeat that?
I’m blonde and I don’t give a damn
Nature can’t change a thing
I’ve got the IQ of a headless doll
And a faded sweater

In the name of all my sisters
I raise my pinky high
To punish the soulless
Who keep me from singing
I’m not one of those
Who let people walk all over them
To each their own path
And the cows will be well parked

It’s time for all this to stop
Unless you submit
That I put on my princess crown
My shawl, my little shoes
To strut down the Croisette
Singing with a classy air
This nonsensical ditty
That also exists in English

I am blonde and I don’t give a damn
Why should I justify myself?
I validate arts and letters
Would you dare correct me?
I am blonde and I don’t give a damn
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
Could you stop putting
All your eggs in one basket?

I’m an honest activist
Signed up with the CFDP
Who signs with her thermometer
This song about your degrees