The Baker's Wife

That woman crying near the oven
the fireplace lights up her face
Maybe her husband is just working
or then he's with his gun in his head

just a daydream, she is so asleep
her children will never get old
he is a baker, a mechanic guy
why couldn't she leave him behind?

it's not a choice, if it's not quite kind

Bread is bread, bread is not love
I want to live, open the door
Bread isn't real meal, when you're starving
your doubts won't hurt me anymore...

He comes quiet, with his cold kiss
As he is high, doesn't notice her tears
he talks loudly 'bout beers and whores
Himself he's a baker who bakes his own

Bread is bread, bread is not love
I want to live, open the door
Bread isn't real meal, when you're starving
your doubts won't hurt me anymore...

the last hug, a breaking up
the log on fire, all is dust
blue eyed girl, a new lover
a black act eaten raw...

The Life Of a Criminal

And when the touch-screen keyboard doesn't work
cause your hands are stained by blood
how can I call you, boss?
And when the dead body is in the bathtub
the telephone rings, I just hurry up
when could I scream, smoothly?
but when the bill is coming to the end
I'll need another one who wants me to rent
How can I find that guy?
I scream for help from inside
where's that power?
So cast the dice

And when the gun is burning inside my pocket
the bullets know their destiny, victim's heart
can I keep myself still?
And when I went upstairs with my anger
something known was around, in that house
My scream was too loud
an aftertaste in my mouth
that blood of Queen
fucked my soul, I mean
I fell to the floor
quickly the cops came from outside
her face was kind, I was blind
Now death is my home
Sorry for this sad song
But the Goddess before me
was my mom
was my mom
I won't love anymore

French Star

French Star
walking down along with
French Star
Edith Piaf blessed you
French Star
no scars...

my name everywhere like a bright traffic light and so
my face's looking kind reflected by the screens of the show
a big mirror in the roof, handsome blonde girls in the room
speed cars and odd pictures are on sale as if were truths

French Star
walking down along with
French Star
Edith Piaf blessed you
French Star
no scars...
 
my dirty stories in the books written by a clerical love
my music is popping and it's pulling all the fears from the dark
a 14-karats microphone only to make me feel pretty strong
after all, I fall so trashy waiting for you to charge me up
 
French Star
walking down along with
French Star
Edith Piaf blessed you
French Star
no scars...

French Star
let me build a nest on you
French Star
the hope of Heaven makes me
fall apart
it lasts, the scars...

ARTPOP - PARODY

the life bleeds

with its blood so trusty

just one more time left alone

and you are gone

 

use your feet

design a new dance and hurry

with the things that you want

to prove your faith

 

I wanna taste your pleasure again

to try what you got, more than friends

Imagination of mine is lost

the real one looks like pretty awesome

and we know...

 

we could, we could act really better

or stop

we could, we could act really better

or stop

we could, we could act really better

or stop

stop

for love!

Don't judge me. It's only a parody about ARTPOP, music written by Lady Gaga.

My Highest Point

How cannot I love you so?
naked you come, walking slow
some details I can't remind
I'll act, don't think twice

Hot as the summer wind out
bear, wolf: you're my animal
so believe that word I've said
I'd rather die in your bed

Baby, I wanna touch your highest point
just kiss me and let me do it again
I miss you when I think 'bout things you doing

Baby, I wanna find my secret side
just kiss me and let me do it again
one second but you weren't there to be kind

Breathe your dream and use my body
lay your sex down into the room
the sky is gonna be our secret cover
when you need to go and break my love down

Sexy intensive and so special
blind for love and fun and travels
Carry me in your heart instead you go
away from me to make your show

Baby, I wanna touch your highest point
just kiss me and let me do it again
I miss you when I think 'bout things you doing

Baby, I wanna find my secret side
just kiss me and let me do it again
one second but you weren't there to be kind

REpeat your sentence
NAtural lover
TO save me all the time