She crèche cited Lénine
An ordinary suburb
Two rooms and kitchen
Sofa fridge, preferred ©would live
Cité Mireille Mathieu
At least she knows who it is
And it’s true that it would be better
On the business cards
That she never uses
That would put blue skies
On the gas receipts
Will talk to the trustee about it, if she has an opportunity
br/>She lives somewhere in a red suburb
But she lives nowhere, nothing ever moves
For her the suburbs are always gray
Like a factory wall like a graffiti
She's fifty-five years old
Four kids who have gone to pieces
No more husband, no lover
And what about jewelry?
There's only her goldfish
That doesn't cause her any worries
Although there are nights
When she hears him moving
She stays there ve to go see him sometimes when he's gone
Afterwards it's quite a story to go back to sleep ouallou
She tries Guy Des Cars
But she doesn't understand everything
br/>She lives somewhere in a red suburb
But she lives nowhere, there's never anything that moves
For her the suburbs are always the zone
Even if at in the back of her eyes there is a little yellow sand
She works every day
She has a great job
In the Carrefour parking lot
She picks up the carts
The weekend is hell
When all these Parisians
Come and fill the rear trunk
Of their 504 Peugeot
Fifteen tons of laundry
br/>Heaps of garbage
In the event of war in the event of a crisis
Or victory of the left
This spectacle sickens her
So she thinks of   these guys
Who became thieves
She understands better why
She lives somewhere in a red suburb
But she lives nowhere, there's never anything that moves
It's only the blue of the mobs that takes her on vacation
She lives her love stories in Confidence
She has her little joys
Today You need happiness
When she feeds her cats
When she talks to her flowers
Every week in the lottery she bets ten or twenty balls
She plays her number ©ro of social security
It's not hard, it's not expensive
But it doesn't pay much
Pi she Listens to the radio
Especially Michel Drucker
Because she finds him very handsome
And not at all vulgar
She lives somewhere in a suburb red
But she lives nowhere, nothing ever moves
Between the plaster dog on the television
And the castanets on the living room wall
At her house it's linoleum but you have to put the gliders on
Outside it's pretty dirty
It has to be good inside
Ã* stinks of cat piss but there's nothing we can do about it
When you love animals
You don't stop at that
She she says that in any case
She doesn't like humans
Yet she friends the good Lord
Just above her paddock
She believes it if you want
But it's not reciprocal
She lives somewhere in a red suburb
But she lives nowhere, there's never anything that moves
For her the suburbs are always gray
Like a school wall like graffiti

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