Somebody paid you your last drink
Was it for friendship
Or for desire ? desire
Your reputation on the floor
is not to be anymore
But you don’t care
You don’t care

Spacetime Lady (ouh ouh)
You’re not my baby (ouh ouh)
You’re on fire (ouh ouh)
Ready for pleasure (ouh ouh)

Now, now, now

Your biggest fantasy is to moan
You have to grow up and not become a number
Only a number
Your sins will never be expiated
whatever priest in front of you
There’s no regret in your look
No brightness in your mind

I hope one day you’ll realized
Glam and lust can’t be your ways
So you’ll find yourself
Alone (alone) Alone (alone) Alone


(Now, now , now)

© Laurent Lallemand