Sweetheart

Sweetheart, broken as my heart
Don't make me care about your love
'cause I'm trying to build my way
without you, but I'm really afraid

Sweetheart, sad as my life
just believe me when I say
I am right with my girlfriend
I don't need to be in your hands

I feel higher
as a loser, breaking flier
caught in lab, in Elermeyer
when you want me to win, liar
with 2 hookers full of eyeliner
fooled me like a 'mènage' of
trois, trois

It's art, hot like Mars
I have my religion, it's not you
nobody still needs to have fame
to be the same, not to be ashamed

I feel higher
as a loser, breaking flier
caught in lab, in Elermeyer
when you want me to win, liar
with 2 hookers full of eyeliner
fooled me like a 'mènage' of
trois, trois

et je suis froid, froid
et mon couer est froid, froid