Madame walks her a*s around the boulevards of Greater Paris
Madame walks her man like she walks her Gucci
Madame feels super hot yeah, after her blow-dry
Madame loves terraces, girl-chat
Madame loves champagne and giving her opinion
Madame drinks too much champagne and the vowels get forgotten
Madame is right, of course Madame's erudite
Madame's got more connections, Madame wants to get to bed
Madame's got needs, Madame's got urges
Madame wants cuddles, Madame wants me to be sweet
And me, every night I play the doormat
It's for Madame, for Madame, for Madame that I do it
For Madame, for Madame that I do it
It's for Madame, for Madame, for Madame that I do it
And I think I'm fed up
For Madame, for Madame that I do it
Madame wants flowers, Madame wants big bouquets
Every time I give her some, Madame thinks I've cheated on her
Madame dolls herself up, mascara, blush and highlighter
Pantone-color face, and I wait for her for hours
Madame likes to please, Madame would like more empathy
It's not easy being on the pretty-girl team
Madame smokes Vogues, her legs are crossed
Madame's a sociologist after two glasses of rosé
Madame speaks loud, Madame always feels very free
She's right, everybody's wrong, looks like Madame's drunk
And me, me, every night I play the doormat
It's for Madame, for Madame, for Madame that I do it
For Madame, for Madame that I do it
It's for Madame, for Madame, for Madame that I do it
And I think I'm fed up
For Madame, for Madame that I do it
Madame goes on diets, she wants to keep her belly flat
Madame cares about her figure, not sure she cares that much about me
Madame often yells, she yells that one day she'll leave
Madame often tells me, tells me she could live without me
Madame often laughs, Madame laughs at her own jokes
Madame's downed liters, Madame loves being watched
Madame loses it, Madame talks nonsense
Madame ends up in tears, Madame regrets her single life
Madame talks about her exes, seems they're better than me
Madame's uninhibited when she tells me about their romps
And me, every night I play the doormat
It's for Madame, for Madame, for Madame that I do it
For Madame, for Madame that I do it
It's for Madame, for Madame, for Madame that I do it
And I think I'm fed up
For Madame, for Madame that I do it
I think I'm fed up
I think I'm fed up
I think I'm fed up