« Les Filles, Les Meufs » is Marguerite’s sparkling coming-out confetti cannon. Over a funky, party-ready groove, the French singer lovingly teases the men around her—brothers, dad, a muscle-showing buddy—painting them as loud, mirror-posing, money-chasing yet tear-averse. Their swagger feels both funny and fragile, and Marguerite’s playful observations reveal how exhausting the old rules of masculinity can be for everyone involved.
When the chorus hits, she drops the punchline (and a sigh of relief): she simply feels better when there are girls at the party. Celebrating sisterhood, queer attraction, and emotional safety, Marguerite declares that life got brighter the moment she admitted she likes girls too. The song is part roast, part love song, and all empowerment—a glittery invitation to choose the company and identity that let you breathe easy and dance harder.