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Karen is twenty years old Yes, but she has nothing but her age And already time is slipping through her fingers
Leaning on the bar, on Martyr Street At the 82 Karen makes up a list
She'd like a better life Than those of her brothers and sisters Who simply got in line
Karen says that Paris is big That another life is waiting for her She says she won't let herself be bought
So Karen bets on the red Of her lips and she moves She says she's worth more than that
Karen doesn't care She's free She's free
Karen says she'll be a star She has sex with bastards And says that someday people will envy her
Karen always drinks to your health Sings other people's songs Sings her dreams and ours, too Sings at the Bistro 82
Karen is thirty years old But she has nothing else to do Not even kids Not even dusting
She lives with her mother Two streets away from the 82 One day, love came
He knocked on her door She shouted for him to get out Said she didn't open her door to strangers
Sings at the Bistro 82 Sings at the Bistro 82
Karen is fifty years old No allowance, no money She spent everything on a small white bed
She tells herself that she'll stop and have a drink At the 82 But she'll die just before
On her old mouldy mattress With those goddamned springs Poking into her sides
Karen says that life is hard She's heading straight for the wall She says she can't be stopped
So Karen bets on black Closes her eyes and runs off Without understanding why Karen runs away, she's free
She's free [x3]
Karen always drinks to your health Sings other people's songs Sings her dreams and ours, too
Sings at the Bistro 82
Karen is twenty years old Yes, but she has nothing but her age And already time is slipping through her fingers
Leaning on the bar, on Martyr Street At the 82 Karen makes up a list
She'd like a better life Than those of her brothers and sisters Who simply got in line
Karen says that Paris is big That another life is waiting for her She says she won't let herself be bought
So Karen bets on the red Of her lips and she moves She says she's worth more than that
Karen doesn't care She's free She's free
Karen says she'll be a star She has sex with bastards And says that someday people will envy her
Karen always drinks to your health Sings other people's songs Sings her dreams and ours, too Sings at the Bistro 82
Karen is thirty years old But she has nothing else to do Not even kids Not even dusting
She lives with her mother Two streets away from the 82 One day, love came
He knocked on her door She shouted for him to get out Said she didn't open her door to strangers
Karen says that Paris is big That another life is waiting for her She says she won't let herself be bought
So Karen bets on the red Of her lips and she moves She says she's worth more than that
Karen doesn't care She's free She's free
Karen says she'll be a star She has sex with bastards And says that someday people will envy her
Karen always drinks to your health Sings other people's songs Sings her dreams and ours, too Sings at the Bistro 82
Sings at the Bistro 82 Sings at the Bistro 82
Karen is fifty years old No allowance, no money She spent everything on a small white bed
She tells herself that she'll stop and have a drink At the 82 But she'll die just before
On her old mouldy mattress With those goddamned springs Poking into her sides
Karen says that life is hard She's heading straight for the wall She says she can't be stopped
So Karen bets on black Closes her eyes and runs off Without understanding why Karen runs away, she's free
She's free [x3]
Karen says she'll be a star She has sex with bastards And says that someday people will envy her
Karen always drinks to your health Sings other people's songs Sings her dreams and ours, too
Sings at the Bistro 82