They met each other on the school benches
In between an hour of detention, of Maths, or a Spanish course
She was a fun girl, a fan of football
He wasn't scared of balls/bullets, they were the goal
He promised her rides in a Corvette
For now he's stealing mopeds in a tracksuit
But they were always accomplices
Standing on a pedestal, a dream defined
If he were triangular, she'd be rectangular
La belle et le bad boy, the rectangular triangle
It's like going from Joe Dassin to Jodeci
Real style, pure R & B
She's deep in love, the kind of love that's sown in playgrounds
Grows in towers, and rhymes forever and ever
But the ideal can't define reality
Her man is throwing himself into flames, and bathing himself in them
Refrain:
Sub-gatherings gather within gatherings
La belle et le bad boy
Sub-gatherings gather within gatherings
To make money together
They talk of making the rounds together, and they're not messing around
And if it turns out bloody, they'll plead before God together. Right.
He was convincing, she was convinced
Believing that stopping today was out of the question
They're forging notes with east European networks
They're in competition. In France that's a serious offence
They're risking their necks, the guys come from Baumettes
He can only think of the quest for his Corvette
Paranoid atmosphere. The opposition is behind them
Bullets fly as a BMW brakes
Tears are in his eyes as she falls
Two rounds of .22 twenty-two years old. Adieu.
The ideal can't define reality
Her man has thrown himself into the flames. It's time for him to bathe in them.
Refrain