Sale Connasse

Cassandra, yeah...
You were my life, you were everything to me
You were my iPod, my PSP, my backpack, my metro ticket

Cassandra! This song is dedicated to you

Cassandra dirty bitch
I could have called you a dirty whore
But that would insult the whores
They didn't choose to do this job
Your sex, it's a sink
Or rather a trash can, but less practical
There are no handles to carry it
Cassandra, I would like to put your phone number on the internet
So you can be insulted by all the assholes on the planet
Cassandra, I would like to send you to the asylum
I would like to stick photos of you with 5 guys on all the walls of the city
Or rather no, just on the walls of your parents' house
Who I hope don't live very long
That'll teach them for raising a rag, a slut, a bitch, and a dirty bitch
Cassandra, there aren't enough letters in the alphabet to write all the insults I would like

[CHORUS]
Dirty bitch
In my dreams you die
Dirty bitch
In my dreams you die
Dirty bitch
In my dreams you die
Dirty bitch
I was Adam, you were my Eve

Cassandra dirty bitch, I wish you were dead so much
Or that you stub your toe on a door corner
But every day until you die
And I wish you break a nail every hour
That you have your period all your life and be bald at 26 too...
Cassandra, for you and your family, I've saved my most beautiful colic
And I wish for your plastic surgeon to become an alcoholic
And for your hairdresser to get Parkinson's
And hopefully your next guy is Mike Tyson
Cassandra, I wish you to be a victim of a judicial error
To be sent to work in a brothel in Buenos Aires
To die from an overdose, with ocular incontinence
In a storm of despair swept by a storm of despair in a storm of despair

[CHORUS]
Dirty bitch
In my dreams you die
Dirty bitch
In my dreams you die
Dirty bitch
In my dreams you die
Dirty bitch
I was Adam, you were my Eve

Cassandra, we went on a honeymoon
I paid for a beautiful trip to the Seychelles
We were partying in this nightclub
And suddenly you disappeared, I look for you, I can't find you
I see you on the beach getting screwed by the first line of the Stade Francais B team
DIRTY BITCH!!
I vomited my ravioli, bitch
Since April 2007, I've been trying to forget you with a pocket pussy
Why did you do this to me?
Your whole family will pay for it, even your dog, even your cat
And your goldfish, by the way, didn't drown, I ate it!!
Anyway, you have dandruff, anyway without makeup you look like nothing!!
In Slut Magazine, you're on the cover!!
I hope you die!!
DIRTY BITCH!! [REPEAT]

[CRYING]

But if you want, you can... you can still come back, well
I'm waiting for you...
[FART]
Sorry, it's, it's the emotion
Big kisses....