Elle s'appelle pas
by Halogènes Insecticides
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Lyrics
I'm afraid I'm not
Well adapted
For example I think
That I have no head
And no future
But it's not the same
In the reality
I've no body
And my past isn't known
Eh you my hunting saint
You're the kind of man I can't
Forget nor forget
And you certainly will
Come at night into my bed when I'm out
Total failures - opposite desires
Oh my delightful friend
If you're looking for suspens
Dreaming of unknown feelings
Wanting to fuck with God
Rendez-vous at my home
If you correctly
Press your teeth I give you up pictures
Of myself creating the Sin
I'm afraid I'm not
Well adapted
And I'm not sure than soliloquing
Is a good mark of sanity
Fortunately I ***
Wich makes me think I stay
The Great Chachopp of yesterday