J'en Connais

I know some who charm,
Some who make me a woman,
I know some who make me swoon...
I know some pretty ones,
Some who act like girls,
Some who steal my bodys...

I know so many it takes up all my time,
And even my mom who adores me tenderly,
She tells me: 'It's not good, it's not right all this nothing,
Get back on the right path...'

I know some superb ones,
Some ripe, some bitter,
Some hairy, some smooth,
I know some sublime ones,
Some beggars, some very rich ones,
Some that life damages...

I know so many it takes up too much of my time,
And my poor mom thinks to herself with a sigh,
'What have I done for this? Is it my fault,
If my daughter is like this?' {x2}

I know in every port,
In every South, in every North,
I know effortlessly,
I know some who will say,
That I am good to curse,
And it makes me smile...