Album:
Pop Up (2007)
Originaltext
franska
Översättning
engelska
Jogging
Jogging
Stepper / Jogging / Thirst / Fear / Jogging
Anxiety / Routine / Cellulite in my jean skirt
Love I take out my floor mat
To get a tight butt
Boys' true weakness
I hallucinate about the meter
Record to beat
More than a half-hour without flinching
Mount Saint Michel to climb
I put on my 3D glasses
And my fan, to make my hair fly
In the virtual wind
From the virtual sea in my room
Virtual atomizer
I find rhythm to be especially important
The tempo accelerates, accelerates and I enter a trance
The sweat drops rise like kids in the sun
My own smell turns out to be special
I don't smell bad
But stronger than sea salt
It's not that I like it
But I need it to please
Stepper / Jogging / Thirst / Fear / Jogging
Anxiety / Routine / Cellulite in my jean skirt
Step two: I work on my face
And I eat pasta, follow the program by the book
Rigor fallen from the sky
Like a hair on my plate
I don't know what I want
But I do it without worrying about it
My apartment
Very largely resembles
Gold's Gym in Venice, but without
Jean-Claude Van Damme inside
I spent all my pay on Channel 6
One more thing to do: be the most beautiful
Stepper / Jogging / Thirst / Fear / Jogging
Anxiety / Routine / Cellulite in my jean skirt
Fine figure, aches
I'm tougher than a whore hitting the street
My calves are stiff as an sharp E cord
My high heels are killing me
I'm cute like an ass
Boys whistle at me on the street and girls jeer
Fine figure, aches
I'm tougher than a whore hitting the street
My calves are stiff as a sharp E cord
My high heels are killing me
I'm cute like an ass
Boys whistle at me on the street and girls jeer

Give a shoutout to balancesplash
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