I walk in the room and the men stop to talk and to breathe
Women start to pinch them and rail against me seriously
But it’s not my fault, I do nothing forbidden at all
But they stand in line, try to snatch a glance
Oh no, I’m not that kind of girl, not with me!


They love how I lean my head on my hands and sip my drink
How I throw my head back, run my fingers through my hair
But I don’t do it on purpose, I behave decently
They throw themselves down to my feet want to kiss them
Oh no, what a waste of time, not with me!


I drink too much gin but don’t pay a cent for it, no!
I secretly struggle against it but then accept it
I don’t want to fleece someone, but allow them their pleasure
But if they expect something for it they blunder
Oh no, take a hike, not with me!