I’ve got this invitation, I wear my red dress

Arriving at the party, feeling fabulous

I know he’s gonna be there, the guy I want

Oh, there he is, I put my hand on his butt

There she goes with a drink in her hand

Speaking a language she can barely understand

She’s got my dress, and my guy too

I empty my glass, or was it two?

(Elle est verte)

Elle est verte de jalousie

Elle est verte de jalousie

Elle est verte

Elle est verte

Elle est verte de jalousie

I step on her toe, not on purpose, you know

But she doesn’t even care, cause her hand is still there

I spill my drink on her gown, that must put her down

I run my hand through my hair, now he’s noticed I’m here

Oh, what the fuck, is that girl just drunk, or what?

She ruined my dress, now I look like a mess, I guess he likes me less

That garse, I’m gonna kick her ass

Elle est pas joulie, elle est verte de jalousie

Elle est verte de jalousie…

I’m not gonna let her win this fight

She hasn’t got a chance

Not let her walk away with pride

She thinks she is so french

I’m gonna get revenge

Elle est verte de jalousie…