Benoît Doremus — Chose Rare song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Chose Rare" by Benoît Doremus.
Lyrics
Tiens, mademoiselle a ce soir; chose rare.
Une folle envie de baiser; chose aisée.
Bien que leurs effusions s’espacent; choses en face.
Elle sait monsieur sur le qui-vive; chose qui arrive.
Mademoiselle fait battre ses cils; chose facile.
Se rapproche négligemment; chose en son temps.
Choisie des mots pour l'étourdir; chose à dire,
Mademoiselle plus rien ne l’arrête, chose en tête.
Toute nue, offerte et soumise; chose promise.
A monsieur qui se met tout nu; chose due.
Mademoiselle est nommée mon ange; chose étrange.
On est loin d’une image pieuse; chose sérieuse.
Monsieur veut décrocher la lune; deux choses l’une.
Mais ce soir il le lui révèle; chose nouvelle.
Et bien qu’elle est peur d’avoir mal, chose normale.
Ses yeux transpirent la luxure; chose sure.
Monsieur s’amène et se démène; chose humaine.
En criant le contraire de non, choses par leurs noms.
A voir dans quel stupre il se vautre; choses et autres.
Gageons qu’ils en avaient besoin, choses au point.
Un peu trop tôt Monieur se lache; chose qui fache.
La faute au manque de métier; chose à moitié.
Tandis qu’il remet ses chaussettes; chose faite.
Mademoiselle se repose; moindre des choses…
(Merci à Ty pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
Here, Miss has this evening; rare thing.
A crazy desire to fuck; easy thing.
Although their outpourings are spaced apart; things in front.
She knows sir about the quick one; something that happens.
Mademoiselle makes her eyelashes beat; easy thing.
Approaches carelessly; thing in its time.
Chosen words to stun him; thing to say,
Mademoiselle, there's nothing stopping her anymore.
All naked, offered and submissive; promised thing.
To the gentleman who gets all naked; due thing.
Mademoiselle is named my angel; strange thing.
We are far from a pious image; serious thing.
Sir wants to pick up the moon; two things one.
But tonight he reveals it to her; new thing.
And although she is afraid to hurt, normal thing.
His eyes sweat lust; sure thing.
Sir comes and goes; human thing.
By shouting the opposite of No, Things by their names.
To see in what rape he wallows; things and the like.
Let's bet they needed it, things to the point.
A little too soon Monieur gets loose; something that hurts.
The fault of lack of profession; half thing.
While he puts on his socks; done.
Mademoiselle rests; least of things…
(Thanks to Ty for these words)