Ysa Ferrer — Trop classe song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Trop classe" by Ysa Ferrer.
Lyrics
Trop classe
Que tu m’aimes
Sans voir ailleurs c’qui s’passe
Te mettre en quarantaine
T’as vu que je faisais semblant de feuilleter un magazine
Je t’avais dans le colimateur une heure
On ftait l’anniversaire de Josphine
Ma nouvelle copine, ta petite soeur
J’ai vu que t’en avais marre de siroter ton verre de gin
T’avais pas envie d’hurler, de taper du pied
On a fini par se replier dans la cuisine
Comme les cadavres, les cadavres des fins de soires
J’trouve a trop classe
Que tu m’aimes
Sans voir ailleurs c’qui s’passe
Te mettre en quarantaine
Trop classe
T’es une crme
Glace quand tu m’embrasses
J’me sens plus je t’aime
J’ai pas mis longtemps te trouver irrsistible
Je t’aurais bien laiss abuser de la situation
J’ai avanc les yeux ferms comme insensible
Attendant mon heure, la permission
J’vais m’faire une clate, une clate, une clate, une clate
D’enfer, a s’passe de commentaires
Trop cool, c’est une affaire qui roule
Mortel, j’me sens pousser des ailes
Mon coeur, tu m’as squatt la tte
Quel bonheur, quel bonheur, quel bonheur.
Lyrics translation
Too classy
That you love me
Without seeing elsewhere it happens
Quarantine you
Did you see I was pretending to flip through a magazine?
I had you in the lurch for an hour.
We were celebrating Josphine's birthday.
My new girlfriend, your little sister
I saw you were sick of sipping your glass of gin.
You didn't want to scream, you didn't want to tap your foot.
We ended up retreating into the kitchen
Like corpses, corpses of late nights
I find it too classy
That you love me
Without seeing elsewhere it happens
Quarantine you
Too classy
You're a crme
Ice when you kiss me
I feel more I love you
It didn't take me long to find you irresistible.
I would have let you abuse the situation
I keep my eyes closed as insensitive
Waiting for my time, permission
I'm gonna get a clade, a clade, a clade, a clade
Hell, has no comments
Too cool, it's a rolling business
Mortal, I feel my wings grow
My heart, you squatted my head
What happiness, what happiness, what happiness.