Excuse moi
My style is hard
my pink-long hair, my little white-black cat
will make your eyes so dark
yeah, don't label me while I'm listening to Bowie
I'm tired so much of all this hurry
I just wanna live a life with my grand-daughter
I've had to carry you on my back, now I think I lost my shoulders
Excuse moi
My language is not kind
my lumberjack boots are dirty but
I keep the world behind
yeah, I scream everywhere to help these slaves
I know I know my town, I'm down, why are they ashamed?
I can listen to Gaga, put something as balaclava on it
I don't agree with silly guess from people I hate
Excuse moi
I've never seen to Eiffel
don't have enough money to buy a whole house
or my happiness
Je ne comprend pas
Ton visage est très Jolie
I'll always remember your name
and your taste before I sleep
I'll always remember your name
and your smell before I sleep...
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