J’sors Porte de Mesrine J’recherche bonheur pour ma chair Et j’recompte vers l’Enfer Igo j’me perds et j’erre J’me couche, l’œil s'ouvre à six J’recompte, j'ai comme un tic Poto, j’ai pas d’heures fixes Pas d’sourire sur la pix Mon Dieu c’est la merde,

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight is Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips Trick or

I was shamed I'm ashamed Bell on the door ring, come on in Floyd observes my hairy chin Sit down in the chair don't be afraid Steamed hot towel around my face. Barney ties me to the chair I can't see I'm really scared Floyd breathes hard I hear a zip

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, don't change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little valentine My funny valentine Sweet, comic valentine

There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay Up the revolution we're all prepared to die Up the revolution that was the battle cry Big Betty or Two-tone Annie his hair was never right He used to be cool with a glint in his eye but he lost it overnight Spinning

I did what I did One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city

I wanna feel joy I love you, mhm Easier to say than mean it these days Joy, for the noise Mhm baby, I'm letting down my hair, up in my car When will we that say we've taken it too far? Baby you're still a joy, that I've taken too much of Let me be it,

Yeah yeah and it's okay I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way Yeah yeah and I'm alright I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight I took a sip of something poison, a sip of something poison Sometimes life it takes you by the