Artist: → Stromae
[Verse 1]
Being alone is hard, and it’s been years
And judging is easy, especially when you haven’t tasted it
The hardest, bah, it was the first time
Then the hardest is knowning when the last time’ll be, hmm
It’s true that I’m not against a bit of tenderness from time to time
And this time, bah, I could do it while insulting her
Yes, everything in life is negotiable for a price
Plus, I’m certainly her favourite client
[Chorus]
But oh, leave my mom alonе
Yes, I know, it’s true she’s not pеrfect
She’s a hero, and I will always
Speak proudly of her, speak proudly of her
I’m a son of a whore, as they say
After all she’s done for them
Forgive them their stupidity, oh, dear mother
They dehumanize you, it’s easier
The same ones court you
And everyone closes their eyes
[Verse 2]
Why does everyone hate me?
I’m the only one who feeds them
Their lives’d really be poorer
Without me, they’d be rotten
A bad and security have a price, ma’am
Bah, yes, everything in life has a price
They didn’t teach you that? Hmmm
I’m accused of human trafficking
But fifty, forty, thirty, or twenty percent, that’s already good
Can’t have them thinking they’re too much like models
My ladies, or should I say, «whores»
[Chorus]
But oh, leave my mom alone
Yes, I know, it’s true she’s not perfect
She’s a hero, and I will always
Speak proudly of her, speak proudly of her
I’m a son of a whore, as they say
After all she’s done for them
Forgive them their stupidity, oh, dear mother
They dehumanize you, it’s easier
The same ones court you
And everyone closes their eyes
[Verse 3]
I know it’s just your job, but I’ve gotta do mine, right?
Between yours and mine, the difference is that I pay taxes
Go about, ma’am, take back your papers and what’s left of your dignity
Poor woman, pfft, get a real job
[Bridge]
But oh (but oh), leave my mom alone
Yes, I know (yes, I know), it’s true she’s not perfect
She’s a hero (she’s a hero)
And I will always speak proudly of her, speak proudly of her
[Chorus (Shortened)]
I’m a son of a whore, as they say
After all she’s done for them
Forgive them their stupidity, oh, dear mother
They dehumanize you, it’s easier
The same ones court you
And everyone closes their eyes