I live in a Parisian closet
For 600 bucks 9 square meters
Living in Paris is not nothing
When parents can't shell out
I'm at the university all day

In applied foreign languages
In the evening it's mine that applies
To satisfy rich men

I don't know if we are all equal
Meanwhile, I have two jobs
To be able to fill my fridge
I'm a student, it's complicated

I'm not the kind of little brat
Who gets herself a fifty-year-old man
To happily go buy
The latest Saint-Laurent bag

In the arms of an older guy
The kind who could be my father
If he's not handsome, he paid
And I lose all my bearings

Like in a good Tarantino
I see briefcases full of bills
To be able to fill my fridge
I'm a student, it's complicated

At the very beginning I didn't want to believe it
I'm not one of those who walk the streets
But a pseudonym and a password
Make you go from pasta to the past
My father works as a laborer

My mother struggles as a nurse
He thinks I'm a waitress at the cafe
She doesn't dare tell him, my poor mother

I do the oldest job in the world
And yet I love to study
But to fill my microwave
I'm a student and you've guessed

Soon everything will be behind me
Soon I'll have a real job
It's just a matter of a few months
For tuition fees
Soon I will repent
Soon I'll have a boyfriend
I can't lie to them anymore
Maybe one day I'll love Paris

I don't know if we are all equal
But me tomorrow my real job
It will fill my stomach
I'll be a translator for the cinema

I don't know if we are all equal
But me tomorrow my real job
It will fill my stomach
I will be a translator for the cinema

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