I Hate The Very Thought Of Women

I hate the very thought of women
They steal your manhood with a smile
I've known them, every sort of woman
I've seen their greed, I know their guile
Somewhere tonight in some bedroom she lies
Shining with sweat, with a boy between her thighs
She fills his mouth with kisses
I hate her for the shame inside me
The secret shame that haunts the night
The dog without a name inside me
The dog that begs and soon may bite
Who am I to this woman? No better nor worse
Than a passing acquaintance who puts cash in her purse
She was all that I wanted, she meant Paris to me
I have always loved Paris, now I hate what I see
I've served the state, I've done my duty
I won't go hungry at this feast
I hunger for her mouth, her beauty
Let beauty come and feed the beast
How I hate all these Frenchmen, whores, wastrels and Jews
How they flaunt all their splendour, how they wine, how they lose.
Give the spoils to the victor, there's a price of surrender
It is not for the French to resist or refuse
It's come at last, it is the hour
Two nations wedded in their pride
Great Germany supreme in power
And France in beauty, side by side
Somewhere tonight she betrays me again
Flat on her back with some boy who's half her age
What can I do but hate her?
With half the world in our possession
She still commands me with a glance
Until I'm free of this obsession,
I still have not defeated France.



Credits
Writer(s): Michel Jean Legrand, Herbert Kretzmer, Alain Albert Boublil
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