Je Suis Une Calamité

The bad boys and the princes of the street
When they see me in town, they greet me
Shopkeepers close their shops
And tourists panic
Is it the sound of my boots on the pavement
Or my way of swaying
Even the mothers
Call back their kids and husbands

Because
I am a calamity
A lit stick of dynamite
Friends, a little delicacy
Or else at full speed
You will have no other duty
Than to drip like a sieve

No speeches for bad deals
I prefer to settle scores with arm wrestling
If that's not enough to calm troubles
I'm ready to draw my hardware

Because
I am a calamity
A lit stick of dynamite
Friends, a little delicacy
Or else at full speed
You will have no other duty
Than to drip like a sieve

My boyfriend sometimes has bruises
When he doesn't come home on time at night
Or refuses to swallow
The dishes I've cooked

But don't get too close to him
Because I am also sentimental
It's my flaw, it's fatal
For you as well as for him

I am a calamity
Nothing can correct me
Let your educators
Drown in their misery
They will need absolution
To give me their first and last lesson