Lyrics and translation The Kinks - He’s Evil

He’s Evil

He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
He's got style, personality,
But he's the devil in reality.
He'll make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
He'll lead you on then he'll tear you apart.
He'll treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once you're in there'll be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil.
He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil.

He's got wit he's got charm.
But when he gets rough he'll break your arm.
He's got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough he'll slit your face.
He'll buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mind'll go and he'll bust your nose.
He's a joker and a clown
But he'll pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once you're in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil.
He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil.

Il est méchant

Il arrive avec un air suave, cool et gentil,
Mais il veut ton corps, pas ton esprit.
Il a du style, de la personnalité,
Mais c'est le diable en réalité.
Il te fera rire, te fera sourire,
Et te fera te sentir bien pendant un moment.
Sourire sournois, sourire décadent,
Il aime les écolières, les religieuses et les vierges.
Sa peau est douce, mais son esprit est dur,
Il te conduira puis il te déchirera.
Il te traitera durement et te fera pleurer,
Et tu diras adieu à la douce innocence.
Et une fois que tu seras dedans, il n'y aura plus moyen de sortir,
Alors fais attention, fais attention, fais attention, fais attention.
Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant.
Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant.

Il a de l'esprit, il a du charme.
Mais quand il devient brutal, il te cassera le bras.
Il a du goût, des manières et de la grâce,
Mais quand il devient dur, il te fendra le visage.
Il t'achètera des bijoux, des vêtements coûteux,
Puis son esprit s'enflammera et il te cassera le nez.
C'est un farceur et un clown
Mais il te pervertira et te fera sombrer.
Il arrive avec un air suave, cool et gentil,
Mais il veut ton corps, pas ton esprit,
Il est juste le diable déguisé.
Il te fera sombrer et te fera pleurer,
Et une fois que tu seras dedans, il n'y aura plus moyen de sortir.
Alors fais attention, fais attention, fais attention.
Fais attention, fais attention, fais attention.
Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant.
Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant. Il est méchant.