Cocorosie – By Your Side – La Maison de Mon Reve

A ridiculous song. On days where I am strong, independent, happy, free from my obsession with S., I sneer at the ridiculous lovelorn singer. On those days, I understand that Cocorosie are pointing out how sad and desperate and self-deprecating and self-sacrificing one can be when infatuated with some random shit.

On bad days. Oh, the bad days. On bad days I believe every word of it. I know that any guy would run a mile rather than stray within ten metres of a psychotic woman who would promise to wear his black eyes in exchange for the honour of being his housewife — the only thing she wants in her whole life? Just to be near him.

But that is how I feel on bad days. That I’d give everything up — my hyperactive social life, my friends, my freedom, my globe-trotting, my education, my languages and degree and hopes and dreams of careers and respect and independence. Just to stay at home and bake him apple pies and to promise not to snore. I’d love to wear his black eyes (although that is mostly due to our shared enjoyment of violent sex). I’d be the best girl he’d ever meet. I am the best girl he’ll ever meet. All the knowledge I have, all the skills I have acquired, all the things which make me unusual and special, they’d all be his. He’d be the only one to pet the pretty little redheaded girl. He’d be the only one to hear me sing tunelessly in four languages. He’d be the only one to benefit from my fountain of useless and essential knowledge. All for you… if you’ll just let me be your housewife.

And it’s always nearly midnight and all I want with my life is to be S.’s housewife.

I’ll always be by your side
Even when you’re down and out
I’ll always be by your side
Even when you’re down and out
I just wanted to be your housewife
All I wanted was to be your housewife
I’ll iron your clothes
I’ll shine your shoes
I’ll make your bed
And cook your food
I’ll never cheat
I’ll be the best girl you’d ever meet
And for a diamond ring
I’ll do these kinds of things
I’ll scrub your floor
Never be a bore
I’d tuck you in
I do not snore
I’d wear your black eyes
Bake you apple pies
I won’t ask whys
And I’ll try not to cry
I’ll always be by your side
Even when you’re down and out
I’ll always be by your side
Even when you’re down and out
And it’s nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to be a housewife
Is to be a housewife
‘Cause it’s nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to die a housewife
Is to die a housewife

~ by orange on June 28, 2007.