Le Belle et le Bad Boy

They met on the school benches
Between a math detention or a Spanish class
She was a fun girl, a football fan
He wasn't afraid of bullets, he was the goalkeeper
What he promised her were rides in a Corvette
For now in a tracksuit, he stole mopeds
But between them there was always complicity
Scaling a pedestal, a limited dream
If he became a triangle, she would be a rectangle
The beauty and the bad boy, the triangle rectangle
It's like going from Joe Dassin to Jodeci
A real crazy thing, pure R&B style clip
She lives the great love, which starts in the courtyard
Continues in the towers and always rhymes with always
But the context is stronger than the concept
Her guy throws himself into the flames and washes himself with it.
Chorus:
Subsets in the big sets come together
The beauty and the bad boy
Subsets in the big sets come together
To earn money together
They talk without pretending to do jobs together
And if it's bloody. They plead before God together. Seen.
He was convincing, she was convinced
To believe that stopping today was excluded
They deal in counterfeit money with Slavic networks
Throw the competition. In France, it's a serious offense
Risky for the cheekbones, guys come out of Baumettes
He has only one thing in mind, the quest for his
Corvette
Paranoid atmosphere. The opposing team hangs around
Projectiles fly when a BMW brakes
When she falls. He has tears in his eyes
Two .22 bullets. Twenty-two years goodbye
The context is stronger than the concept
Her guy threw himself into the flames, he has to wash himself with it.
Chorus.