MARIE CHRISTINE:
We are ruled by our brothers.
We are ruled by our husbands.
We jump at the voices of our masters
and do as they say.
We are bartered and traded
along with cattle and cotton.
We have to be beautiful
and it helps to have a dowry of some kind;
We have to show humility;
And have the presence of mind
to never complain.
And they say it's our fault
We were thrown out of Eden
to be turned into salt.
But there is a way back to paradise;
There is a way;
Study all men:
Learn what they lack.
Sweeten and stroke
before you attack.
Put up a front
then slip through the back;
Be on your way back to paradise.
LISETTE:
Oui, mam-zell'
Oui, mam-zell'
MARIE CHRISTINE:
Long ago back in Eden
LISETTE:
Eden.
MARIE CHRISTINE:
when we didn't need husbands,
LISETTE:
Husbands
MARIE CHRISTINE:
We danced to the voices in the Garden
and had our own way.
LISETTE:
Ou-ye mam-zell'...
MARIE CHRISTINE:
We were taught by mothers
By the river of Knowledge;
Our Garden was beautiful
LISETTE:
Beautiful
MARIE CHRISTINE:
Until the angels came to call,
And on the wings of jealousy
they brought down the fall
and gave the Garden to men.
LISETTE:
Ah
MARIE CHRISTINE:
Put it out of our touch.
LISETTE:
Ah
MARIE CHRISTINE:
We were thrown out of Eden
LISETTE:
Ah
MARIE CHRISTINE:
for knowing too much.
But there is a way back to paradise
There is a way
Bide your time
LISETTE:
Oui, mam-zell'
MARIE CHRISTINE:
Be clever and wise
LISETTE:
Oui, mam-zell'
MARIE CHRISTINE:
When you look at a man
LISETTE:
Oui, mam-zell'
MARIE CHRISTINE:
Look him dead in the eyes.
LISETTE:
Oui, mam-zell'
MARIE CHRISTINE:
Do not be seduced.
Tell him elegant lies.
BOTH:
Be on your way
Be on your way back to paradise.
