Paroles Miss Maggie (2) de Renaud

Renaud
  • 5.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Renaudloading
  • Note 5.0/5 basée sur 43 avis.
  • Artiste: Renaud98
  • Chanson: Miss Maggie (2)
  • Langue: Français

Les chansons similaires

Non Madame de Arthur Dupont

Non madame, non madame, je n'ai pas perdu votre chat Non madame, non madame, j'ai perdu beaucoup plus que ça Non madame, non madame, je n'ai pas perdu le combat Non madame, non madame, mais plus d'une...

Miss Maggie de Renaud

Femme du monde ou bien putain Qui bien souvent êtes les mêmes Femme normale, star ou boudin, Femelles en tout genre je vous aime Même à la dernière des connes, Je veux dédier ces quelques vers Issus...

If I Were Your Woman de Syesha Mercado

(by Stephanie Mills) Mmm, hmm Hey, baby There's something I want to say Hee, duh, dum If I were your woman And you were my man You'd have no other woman You'd be weak as a lamb If you had the strength...

Woman Cry de Suzi Quatro

I saw you standing on the corner So provocative Fired my imagination Could this be all a dream I wonder Is it love or infatuation I stroll on over Tap you on the shoulder I said hey there, how ya doin' Well...

I.C One Female de Black Box Recorder

I.C. one female turn the sirens on Just a small domestic situation I.C. one female under surveillance Heading Northwards as the crow flies But I still love you, I bloody well love you I.C. one female...

Textes et Paroles de Miss Maggie (2)



Women of the world or street
So very often just the same
I love every one I meet
Have they fame or be they plain

Down to the last stupid crow
I praise with every word I utter
I'm disgusted by men now
With their morals from the gutter

'Cause there's no woman in this land
Quite so stupid as her brother
Nor so vain or underhand
Except, maybe, Madame Thatcher

Lady I love you now, I do
'Cause when a sport becomes a war
There's no girls, or very few
Amongst those fans who yell for more

Those with no marbles left to lose
Up to here with hate and beer
Deifying fools in blue
Insulting bastards with a sneer

There is no female hooligan
Imbecilic, filled with murder
No, not even in Britain
Except, for sure, Madame Thatcher

I love woman just because
When she's sitting at the wheel
There's no man-like sense of loss
No urge to kill is yours to feel

For a slightly damaged headlight
Or for two fingers in the air
There are those who wish to fight
To the death if they but dare

An "up yours" their favourite sign
There's no woman so vulgar
To use this symbol all the time
Except, perhaps, Madame Thatcher

How I love you, dear woman
You don't go to war to die
Because the vision of a gun
Does not make you pant and sigh

Amongst those hunters of the night
Who jump on creatures that are frail
And occasionnally an Arabite
I've yet to see a female

There is no woman low enough
To spit and polish a revolver
Just to feel so bloody tough
Except, for sure, Madame Thatcher

The atom bomb was never made
By a human female brain
And no female hand has slayed
Those U.S. peoples of the plain

Palestinians or Armenians
Bear their witness form the grave
That a genocide is masculine
Like a SS or a Green Beret

In this bloody mass of man
Each assassin is a brother
There's no woman to rival them
Except, of course, Madame Thatcher

And lastly Woman, above all
I love hour gentleness so mild
A man draws strength from his own balles
Wich like his gun he shoots from wild

And when the final curtain draws
He'll join the cretins in the harvest
Playing football, playing wars
Or who can piss the farthest

I would join the doggic host
And love my days on earth
As my day to day lampost
I would use Madame Thatcher.

Paroles et Musique: Renaud Séchan   1995  "Les introuvables"

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons