À son cou à ses genoux

I don't like her ways
Or her character
I don't like her anger
I don't like what she dances
I don't like what she thinks
I don't like her violence
I'm crazy, what the hell am I doing
Around her neck at her knees-ee-ees
I'm jealous like a wolf
I'm nothing at all
I don't drink what she drinks
I don't believe what she believes
I don't see what she sees
I don't like when she whistles at me
I don't like when she scratches
I don't like when she sniffs me
I'm crazy, what the hell am I doing
Around her neck at her knees-ee-ees
I'm jealous like a wolf
I'm nothing at all
I fall asleep on her heart
I wake up on her body
Like on a treasure
As if it were gold
Gold
I don't like her friends
I don't like her books
I bit her dog
I don't like her speeches
Or her jokes
It's not my humor
I don't like her songs
I don't like her ways
Her boyish games
I don't like her customs
I don't like her outfits
I don't like how she smokes
I don't like her three sisters
I don't like her hairdresser
Or her floral jeans
I don't like what she dances
I don't drink what she drinks
I don't like when she whistles at me