I see plenty of skirts
I put millions of likes
But still no one of them
Rules in my kingdom of hype
I need something besides
Your unconditional love
A power to reinforce
I am able to feel much more
Woman with a copy machine, copy my heart sugar
Copy my heart till death tears us apart
Maybe I don't belong
To the script, they are in
Maybe I have to play
With the copies I have
Honestly, I don't mind
As long I am safe while I am high
But there is something I need
Realise I am alive
Woman with a copy machine copy my heart sugar
Copy my heart till death tears us apart