(feat. Chantal Claret)


This is my vindication

With a little decoration

No need to keep you waitin' (nahnahnahnah)

(Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)

Be intimidated

By what we have created

Kiss underneath the radaaaaaaaaar

(Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)

I got myself a fuckin' life

Dressed up in evening wear

I dress myself in fuckin' lies

I don't care

Make-up won't help me oblige too much

It's not faaa-air

To be compared to you-ou-ou [x2]

To be compared to

(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)

(Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba)

(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)

(Be-be-be bap-ba-ba-ba-da-da-da)



Just call me "Mr. Modest"

I got it and I flaunt it

You can applaud if you wanna (nahnahnahnah)

(Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)

Cock-blockin' non-stoppin'

When this ass is a-rockin'

Do not come a-knockin' (nahnahnahnah)

(Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)

I got myself a fuckin' life

Dressed up in evening wear

I dress myself in fuckin' lies

I don't care

Make-up won't help me oblige too much

It's not faaa-air

To be compared to you-ou-ou [x2]

To be compared to

(You-ou-ou baaa ba-ba-bap)

(Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba)

(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)

(Be-be-be bap-bap-bada-da-bap)



Everybody wants to join the club

Once you join the club, the innocence is gone

Everybody wants to be the bomb

But once you are the bomb, the innocence is gone

Everybody wants a big ol' slice

Of a little pie, the innocence is gone

Everybody wants in [x2]

Everybody wants



I got myself a fuckin' life

Dressed up in evening wear

I dress myself in fuckin' lies

Guess what?

I don't care

Make-up won't help me oblige too much

It's not faaair

Dressed down until I disappear

But I won't do it alo-o-one

No I won't do it alo-o-one

Oh I won't do it alooone

Bap-bap-bada-da-bap

Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba

(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)

(Be-be-be bap-bap-bada-da-bap)

(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)

(Yay-hey-hey)



(OOH)