I still blame your mother
She told me you were the best
I got cheated on the merchandise
I don't want to go back
But a boost
Shut up I want to look elsewhere whatever you say
You want me sell love
But I know the price
No returns possible
And service not included
I drank all your words on my knees
I'm drunk, I can't stand up anymore
I've drunk all your words at once
I'm drunk, I don't want any more
Sitting on the hood of your Maserati
I press where it hurts
And why did you run away
Weekend catalog on polaroids
Insisting on those we spent
Entirely in bed
I'm afraid you'll cope
On the conditions
Period test without infringement
You return to the sensitive subject
In bed from Friday to Monday which made you empty
I drank all your words on my knees
I'm drunk, I can't stand anymore
I've drunk all your words at once
I'm drunk, I don't want any more