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J'En Ai Marre - English Version

This song is by Alizée and appears on the album Mes Courants Electriques (Asian Edition) (2003).

Original video
Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish is under me
To bathe for hours
Makes my mouth water
I’m foamely ecstatic

It’s not a problem
I lazy ‘round
Bubbly and stubborn
I lazy 'round
Melon and water
Is just a dream
It makes me wonder
Is it a sin?

Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
Bombs, you keep away from me
Today lying low
Twisting up my toes
I swim in such harmony
So what bothers me?

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up
Poor me!

Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish still under me
Delight of pleasures
Aquatic treasures
A place out of misery, my fantasy

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up
Poor me!

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up
Poor me!

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