Virtuals
To all the secret virtual loves who don't know (or who do).
My dears, have a look at what is left from us.
We click on "I like" but we don't necessarily like, love, know each other.
We download pics but we forget about ourselves, we take pics of ourselves that do not look like ourselves.
We maybe make some hearts skip a beat but ours is turned off.
So, who's gonna give a like to the pic of our feelings destroyed?
Who's gonna subscribe to our sufferings and our agonies?
Who's gonna comment about what we were, or what we will be tomorrow?
Where are you (my) love? Who are you (my) man?
Will I ever be able to touch from you, what is not virtual?
A white sun lights up my dark days, and a full moon turns off my awake nights. I need the erotism of the real to forget about the egoism of our not so beautiful lives. I need your flesh to let my melancholy die in this words that a few will maybe read, but which belong only to you.
All this complex mess might be virtual, but feelings and cravings are real, so here we go...
I want you wrapped with my thighs to discover a new perfume, and I hope you run out of air so I can save you. I wanna lick my fingers because they have touched you, and count all our wet kisses.
I wanna bite in your shoulder until you spit out my name, and I wanna write with our moans a new poem.
I wanna suck in your neck so you breathe only the sound of my voice, and I even wanna drink your sweat because I'm too thirsty of you.
I wanna get spanks and caresses, I want my tears in your arms to let my distress flow, and I want my sex around yours till an orgasm ending in a suffocating je t'.... .
To sum it up, my sweet you, I want us together, from ovaries to balls, from hearts to souls...pixeled or not.
Fringue par fringue
Je retire tout ce qui est de trop
Sur toi, ah ah, ah ah
Je pourrais même tout arracher
Te coincer entre deux portes
Que le diable m'emporte
Ah, ah ah ah
Viens par là
Que j'me fasse mon cinéma, à moi
Sur toi, ah ah, ah ah, ah
Je pourrais même bien t'attacher
Te garder là à mes bottes, oui
Et que le diable m'emporte
Mmh que le diable nous emporte
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour à force de plus faire l'amour
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour à force de plus faire l'amour
Regarde comme tu me manques
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour à force de plus faire l'amour
Virtuals
To all the secret virtual loves who don't know (or who do).
My dears, have a look at what is left from us.
We click on "I like" but we don't necessarily like, love, know each other.
We download pics but we forget about ourselves, we take pics of ourselves that do not look like ourselves.
We maybe make some hearts skip a beat but ours is turned off.
So, who's gonna give a like to the pic of our feelings destroyed?
Who's gonna subscribe to our sufferings and our agonies?
Who's gonna comment about what we were, or what we will be tomorrow?
Where are you (my) love? Who are you (my) man?
Will I ever be able to touch from you, what is not virtual?
A white sun lights up my dark days, and a full moon turns off my awake nights. I need the erotism of the real to forget about the egoism of our not so beautiful lives. I need your flesh to let my melancholy die in this words that a few will maybe read, but which belong only to you.
All this complex mess might be virtual, but feelings and cravings are real, so here we go...
I want you wrapped with my thighs to discover a new perfume, and I hope you run out of air so I can save you. I wanna lick my fingers because they have touched you, and count all our wet kisses.
I wanna bite in your shoulder until you spit out my name, and I wanna write with our moans a new poem.
I wanna suck in your neck so you breathe only the sound of my voice, and I even wanna drink your sweat because I'm too thirsty of you.
I wanna get spanks and caresses, I want my tears in your arms to let my distress flow, and I want my sex around yours till an orgasm ending in a suffocating je t'.... .
To sum it up, my sweet you, I want us together, from ovaries to balls, from hearts to souls...pixeled or not.
Fringue par fringue
Je retire tout ce qui est de trop
Sur toi, ah ah, ah ah
Je pourrais même tout arracher
Te coincer entre deux portes
Que le diable m'emporte
Ah, ah ah ah
Viens par là
Que j'me fasse mon cinéma, à moi
Sur toi, ah ah, ah ah, ah
Je pourrais même bien t'attacher
Te garder là à mes bottes, oui
Et que le diable m'emporte
Mmh que le diable nous emporte
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour à force de plus faire l'amour
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour à force de plus faire l'amour
Regarde comme tu me manques
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Je fantasme nuit et jour
Regarde comme tu me manques
Je fantasme nuit et jour à force de plus faire l'amour