Philippe Nicaud - Cuisses nues, bottes de cuir
Philippe Nicaud – Naked thighs, leather boots
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Naked thighs, leather boots
Mini-dressed, cropped to your pussy
Hindu necklaces*, cashmere breasts
You walk around
With nothing on underneath
Of your belt
That grips your loins
Eyes wander
Hands dream
Oh, naked thighs, leather boots
Mini-dressed, cropped to your pussy
Do you follow fashion… For your own pleasure?
Or are you looking to drive me crazy?
Stop… shortening everything
For us men, it’s martyrdom
Naked thighs, leather boots
Cropped to your pussy, angora breasts
You don’t care… about their thighs
But one fine day, watch yourself
A middle class man will become a Borgia**
And restrain you in his arms
Ah, naked thighs, leather boots
Cloth boots, boots to shine
Lamé boots, for the evening
Walking boots, for the morning
In order to keep you, my erotic
I would give you the entire boutique
Naked thighs, leather boots
Naked thighs, leather boots
Naked thighs, leather boots
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*”Colliers hindous” could be translated to hindu necklaces, literally, but it does appear in English as “collier hindus”, referring to a style of necklace made popular by Cartier. It originally debuted in 1936 but the so-called “hindu” style gained a resurgence in the 60’s.
**Obviously this line is pretty dark, but he’s basically saying because women are dressing so provocatively that they’re going to cause a mild mannered “bourgeousie” to start acting like a member of the house of Borgia, who were known for adultery, murder, incest, and other crimes in order to entertain themselves and stay in power.
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