Damn, dis-moi - Christine and the Queens, Dâm-Funk

I’m gone in a flick, but back in a second

With salted skin, rash for no reason

Boys are loading their arms, girls gasp with envy

F-f-for whom are they mimicking endlessly?

Same old sadness in small lumps on my jaw

For lusting after is the usual freak show

May your girl come, birdie die under this spur

F-f-f-fingers angrily sunk on the jugular, then

Girlfriend

Don’t feel like a girlfriend

But lover

Damn, I’d be your lover

Girlfriend

Don’t feel like a girlfriend

But lover

Damn, I’d be your lover (Touché, touché yeah)

Yes sir, I am wet, for I abandoned my fame in the lake

Let’s see now how fast you’re breathing

And how long this will all take

Those who used to pass by me

Think they are baffling a liar

F-fuck is you?

You don’t even taste much better!

Came back steaming in sweats in the morning

I muscled in for I wanted to hold him

Then shriveled to let those bird-dogs rage through

F-fuck is me?

F-fuck is you, f-fuck is you, now

Girlfriend

Don’t feel like a girlfriend

But lover

Damn, I’d be your lover

Girlfriend

Don’t feel like a girlfriend

But lover

Damn, I’d be your lover

Chris, I don’t know why you trippin'

Touché, touché, touché, touché

Touché, touché, touché, touché

Touché, touché, touché, touché

Touché, touché, touché, touché

(You got to keep on rollin' girl

Keep rollin', rollin')

(B-b-b-baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché

(B-b-b-baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché

(B-b-b-baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché

(Oh no) Touché, touché, touché, touché

Yeah