Michel Poiccard, he prefers the old* He prefers the scum, revels in the mold He prefers the grit, rough and tumble bitch Your girls got the itch, for the bad boy situation Devastation, broken hearts but who can stop The yearn for, a little of the devil ahhh! She yearns for a little, of the devil a la la la la She yearns for a little of the devil ahhh! You can't compete, nice and sweet For Michel, she got it dirty deep Cigarette smoke, liar, thief Steals your heart from your purse and keeps Thinking of, scheming of, ways to come up!