Oh, yes, my love, but very honest
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure crossing generations
And here I am, in my underwear, in stockings
How could I not be in your voice, queen?
I am in a museum and I am alive
Yes, my love, count on me for everything, very honest with the numeral
Missing, what do you lack?
You only project darkness
They lie, I'm impressed by my impact
So attached that I burn you at touch
Teeth, clenching your teeth
You're there because I'm in your mind all day
Talk, talk, talk, pure shit, baby
I, I, I throw flowers, baby
No, no, I don't have time for anything
Especially not to catch your aggressiveness
Not an 'I hate you', not an 'I love you'
If you don't know anything at all
Missing, what do you lack?
You only project darkness
Missing, what do you lack?
You only project darkness
My present surpassing my past
While you've been sitting there all day, what?
Whether I smoke, whether I live, whether I say, whether I drink
Whether I've kissed so many
Talk, talk, talk, pure shit, baby
I, I, I throw flowers, baby
No, no, I don't have time for anything
Especially not to catch your aggressiveness
Missing, what do you lack?
You only project darkness
Missing, what do you lack?
You only project darkness