Sometimes I dream of a body
Perfectly symmetrical and virile
A strong and impregnable fortress
To protect my soul
Out of sheer admiration
I was invited to every party
The entire sixth state reform
A rosy future ahead
But my mirror's very clear
I'm not Kevin Janssens
Sometimes I dream about women
As if they were an accessory
Every semester or quarter I had another specimen
Had slipped between my sheets
And in the magazines our love life
Was hotly discussed and exploited
I was a tiger on two legs
Every chick's fantasy
But my mirror's a jerk
I'm not Kevin Janssens
A Flemish singer, nothing more
Singing for the salt on his potatoes
While he solders his path upward with dedication
But sometimes I dream about a career
Without that endless stress
Around my credibility only room for success
I got the biggest crap
Alongside the boards of the Bourla
Where the Shakespeare play was scheduled
I was the king of the world
I was an emperor with credit
But my mirror tells the truth
I'm not Kevin Janssens
Or my mirror, as always, fobs me off
Because so far, even if I'd like to
I'm not Kevin Janssens
Or is there anyone who, even for a fraction
Sees Kevin Janssens in me