Mon Dié Sénié
Malcolm McLaren Lyrics


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Seeing those short hairs so close
And smelling the stale odour of scent and sweat
Yeah, I was overcome with desire for it
And reaching out with my hands
I grabbed her sweet arse
I always get a kick out of Paris

I grabbed her cute arse so close
And sank my desperate mouth
At the heavy oily sex

Why don′t they try a little harder back home?
Why don't they?
It all seems so brighter here
On the Rue Pigalle

Bond, James Bond!
That′s what they call me
Because I'm Ecossais
Vive l'Ecosse, they say

It always seems more dirty
When I walk these streets
All I want to do is think Blue
Yeah, shocking Blue!

I pass old hotels with sexy curtains
Life and love and death gone by
A thousand times, why should I try
To change anything?
I always get a kick out of Paris

(Mon dié sinié, anyambami
Mon dié sinié, anyambami)

Let it roll! Let it roll!

Who is she?
Where′s the man, who saw the man
Who saw the man, who saw the girl?
I′m going crazy
Paris does that to me

Blue, the only colour of sex

The only colour of my shirt and jacket
The only colour on the rue Saint-Jacques
She felt the seed stir at the pit of her belly
In response to my strong tonguing movements

(Mon dié sinié, anyambami
Mon dié sinié, anyambami
Mon dié sinié, anyambami
Mon dié sinié, anyambami)

I can't get enough
Of undoing that stuff
Satin, chiffon, silk and cotton
Just underwear, Mon dié sinié
Plain and simple

Who is she?
Where are all the gods to listen to?
Where are the gods to tell me what to do?

All i want to do is think Blue
Shocking Blue, the only colour of sex
My huge hands grasped at your hips
Your blonde hair formed a pool on the dark wood
Between my feet
And I raised you to doting love
And then I let it subside, Yeah
In a soft corrosion
I always get a kick out of Paris

(Mon dié sinié, anyambami)
Let it Roll, let it Roll

I can′t get enough
Of undoing that stuff
Who is she?
And where's the man
Who saw the man, who saw the man
Who saw the man, who saw the girl?
I′m going crazy

Where in the world can you find such dreams?
Nowhere it seems except Paris
Yeah, I always get a kick out of Paris
But then again, I'm not sure
But it′s better than yesterday




And tomorrow's another day
And I want to live yesterday, tomorrow

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Malcolm McLaren's "Mon Die Senie" describe the singer's desire for sexual pleasure in the city of Paris. The song is very sexual, with provocative lines that express the singer's arousal and sexual appetite. He speaks of seeing short hairs and smelling the stale odour of scent and sweat. He then grabs a woman's arse and explores her body. The lyrics also mention old hotels with sexy curtains and the singer's desire to think about the color blue, which he views as the only colour of sex. There is also a mention of James Bond and how people call him that because he is from Scotland.


The lyrics in "Mon Die Senie" depict Paris as a city of sexual liberation and pleasure. The singer finds himself aroused by the sight and smell of women and prostitutes on the streets of Paris. He explores his desires and engages in sexual encounters that form the basis of the song. The lyrics also express the singer's willingness to indulge in sexual pleasures without any reservations or judgment.


The song has been heavily criticised for its misogynistic and objectifying lyrics, which paint women as sexual objects for male consumption. The song's sexual themes and language are explicit and controversial, making it a polarising work of music. Despite the controversy, the song became a hit in Europe and beyond.


Line by Line Meaning

Seeing those short hairs so close
Seeing the short hairs so close to my face


And smelling the stale odour of scent and sweat
And smelling the combination of perfume and sweat that lingered in the air


Yeah, I was overcome with desire for it
Yes, I was filled with a strong sexual desire


And reaching out with my hands
And using my hands to act upon my sexual desire


I grabbed her sweet arse
I grabbed her buttocks


I always get a kick out of Paris
I always enjoy the thrill of being in Paris


Why don't they try a little harder back home?
Why don't people put in more effort in their lives at home?


It all seems so brighter here
Things seem more exciting and glamorous in Paris


Bond, James Bond!
People refer to me as a suave and sophisticated person like James Bond


Because I'm Ecossais
Because I'm from Scotland


All I want to do is think Blue
All I want to do is think about sex


I pass old hotels with sexy curtains
I come across old hotels with seductive curtains


Life and love and death gone by
The fleeting nature of life, love, and death that have already passed


A thousand times, why should I try to change anything?
Things have been the same for so long, why bother trying to change anything?


Let it roll! Let it roll!
Let the good times keep on coming!


Blue, the only colour of sex
Blue represents the only color associated with sexual thoughts or actions


I can't get enough of undoing that stuff
I can't get enough of taking off women's clothing


Plain and simple
No need for fancy or complicated lingerie


Where are all the gods to listen to?
Why is there no higher power to guide me?


My huge hands grasped at your hips
My large hands eagerly grabbed hold of your hips


And then I let it subside, Yeah, in a soft corrosion
And then I let my sexual desire fade away slowly, like gentle erosion


Where in the world can you find such dreams?
Where else can you find such fantasies and desires?


Nowhere it seems except Paris
Paris is the only place where such things are possible


And tomorrow's another day
There's always another chance in the future


And I want to live yesterday, tomorrow
I want to live life to the fullest in both the past and future




Writer(s): M. Mclaren, D. Figaro, L. Gorman, D. Makaga, M. Bond, C. Mathias

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