Poeme : The Nightmare

She doesn’t love me,
She loves my blue Suzy.

Then she comes in the city,
That little girl so pretty.
All the boys are totally crazy
As this sex bomb they can see.
But it’s for my lovely Suzy
She had stopped in front of me.

She doesn’t love me,
She loves my dear Suzy.

The lady doesn’t care for my emotion.
She doesn’t even pay me any attention.

All she wants with no mercy,
It’s to ride my bike but lonely.
Surprised, I answer : « No, I’m sorry ;
This beauty is mine and I ride it only ! »
Also, I leave in a hurry,
Afraid of her : it’ s a pity !

She doesn’t love me,
She loves my sugar Suzy…

I awake tired and hot suddenly.
Today, I think I would be angry.

ʃə doεsnte lɔvə mə,
ʃə lɔvə mi blɥ syzi.

tɛ̃ ʃə kɔməz- ɛ̃ tə siti,
ta litlə ʒiʁl so pʁεti.
al tə bwaz- aʁə tɔtali kʁazi
a ti sεks bɔ̃ te kɑ̃ si.
byt itεs fɔʁ mi lɔvəli syzi
ʃə-ad stɔpεd ɛ̃ fʁɔ̃ ɔf mə.

ʃə doεsnte lɔvə mə,
ʃə lɔvə mi dəaʁ syzi.

tə ladi doεsnte kaʁə fɔʁ mi əmɔsjɔ̃.
ʃə doεsnte əvɛ̃ pε mə ani atɑ̃sjɔ̃.

al ʃə wɑ̃ wit no mεʁsi,
itεs to ʁidə mi bikə byt lɔnəli.
syʁpʁizεd, i ɑ̃swœʁ : « no, iεm sɔʁi,
ti boti is minə ɑ̃d i ʁidə it ɔ̃li ! »
also, i ləavə ɛ̃ a yʁi,
afʁε ɔf εʁ : itεs a piti !

ʃə doεsnte lɔvə mə,
ʃə lɔvə mi syɡaʁ syzi…

i awakə tiʁεd ɑ̃d o sydɑ̃li.
tɔdε, i tɛ̃k i wuld bə ɑ̃ɡʁi.