LYRICS GAME

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

I play the doormat

It's for Madame, for Madame, for Madame that I do it

I play the doormat

For Madame, for Madame that I do it

From morning till night

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

From morning till night

For Madame, for Madame that I do it

I play the doormat

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

From morning till night

For Madame, for Madame that I do it

I play the doormat

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