Parle à ma main (feat. Yelle et Christelle)

Hey, Yelle
What's up, Christelle?
Yo, we're not some fringe-wearin' sluts
Totally
And we're gonna tell them
Okay
Talk to my hand

You're such a loser, you're annoyin' me, just talk to my hand
If you didn't get it, that means: Forget me, uh-huh
I'm not listenin', you don't exist, so just talk to my hand
If you didn't get it, that means: No, thanks, uh-huh

With my bitches, I'm wigglin' down the street (wow-wow-wow)
Behind us, some guy's checkin' out my butt (ugh, such a creep)
Yeah, normal, 'cause I look really hot in my low-cut Miss Sixty jeans (totally)
They hug my curves just right with my thong stickin' out (uh-huh)
You know I'm only sixteen, but I already have huge boobs
Thanks to my padded Etam bra (uh-huh)
Anyway, the guy hits on me in his lame Lacoste tracksuit
Hey, girl, you're charmin', wanna grab a mint ice cream?
Uh-huh, NI: Not Interested

You're such a loser, you're annoyin' me, just talk to my hand
If you didn't get it, that means: Forget me, uh-huh
I'm not listenin', you don't exist, so just talk to my hand
If you didn't get it, that means: No, thanks, uh-huh

Guys, they all suck (oh, really?)
Guys, they all suck (oh, really?)
Guys (yeah), guys (yeah)
Guys, they all suck (why though?)

Guys, they all suck, all they do is try to get their hands on us (gross)
They keep cheatin' on us, I read it in Vitas's album (me-e-e-e-eh)
My parents are also so not cool (ugh, the worst)
They don't want me to smoke and they won't even get a divorce (poor thing)
I'm really tired of bein' their mystery bouquet (no kiddin')
They don't get that I need a scooter to survive
If things continue this way, I swear I'm gonna run away to a club (you're so right)
And just to really piss them off, I'll come home only at two AM

Uh-huh, IT: It Sucks

You're such a loser, you're annoyin' me, just talk to my hand
If you didn't get it, that means: Forget me, uh-huh
I'm not listenin', you don't exist, so just talk to my hand
If you didn't get it, that means: No, thanks, uh-huh

Hmm, okay, fine, just let me go
Who do you think you are? You're not my dad
Hmm, okay, fine, stop it
Who do you think you are? Just talk to my hand

Girl power!
Uh-huh!

So go get a life, you're not on my friend list
One: I slap you, then two: You freak out
Because, at three, I'm already gone
Me, me, me and my girls, not a single extra pound
One: We hook up, then two: We rate you
And three: We text about it (yeah)
Just talkin' to you annoys me
Shut up, I'm the boss here
One: We order, two: You pay
And three: You take me to the show
Stop followin' me around like a dog
Guys are totally useless

Yeah, exactly it, babe, let's just go gay, O-M-O
Uh, RBI: Really Bad Idea

You're such a loser, you're annoyin' me, just talk to my hand (uh)
If you didn't get it, that means: Forget me, uh-huh (obviously)
I'm not listenin', you don't exist, so just talk to my hand (what a bunch of losers)
If you didn't get it, that means: No, thanks, uh-huh

Ta-ta-talk to my hand, fine, let me go (come on, girl, give me your number)
Ta-ta-talk to my hand, now get lost (okay, fine, you won, I'll give you my number)
Ta-ta-talk to my hand, fine, let me go (you got it?)
Ta-ta-talk to my hand, now get lost (it's one hundred eighteen thousand two hundred eight)
Hahahahaha, loser
Ouch!