Flower die
Flower grow
Flower cut
I love you so what
In a bed
It's not my bed
Snow outside
My face is red
I make it wet by accident
Don't angry me
I make it clean
Don't angry me
I faked it
Never your skin damply seen
Mesdames et messieurs
Prenez mes mains
Venez me suivre à mon chemin du chagrin
Et les oiseaux avec des yeux haïssables me lorgnent
Moi, l'homme à la tête au sable
Oh the joy of hurting people
Oh I learned when you took my hand and said, "no no no
It's not okay to be l'eau de rose"