What do you want from me? Put on your bra again.
Your sex life always put me in disorder.
Yes, flirting is good, it's the foot on the brake
But everything that lights will end by putting itself out.
Oh! I'm fed up! I don't play the foolish one anymore.
Oh! I'm fed up with letting you know that I'm stupid.
I don't want to give a hand anymore to a moon
That only exists when you turn it on.
A mattress on the floor, the smell of us in the air
You forced the dose, your force even if I'm opposed to it.
Call a cab for me! No, it's really enough.
I don't see the point of being the jerk in your bed anymore.
Oh! I'm fed up! I don't play the foolish one anymore.
Oh! I'm fed up with letting you know that I'm stupid.
I don't want to give a hand anymore to a moon
That only exists when you turn it on.
Where does it come from and where does it go
This full moon, tasting like honey?
Does it hide
Because everyone calls it?
Oh! I'm fed up! I don't play the foolish one anymore.
Oh! I'm fed up with letting you know that I'm stupid.
I don't want to give a hand anymore to a moon
That only exists when you turn it on.
You turn me on when you turn it on.
You turn me on when you turn it on.
You turn me on when you turn it on.
What do you want from me? Put on your bra again. Your sex life always put me in disorder. Yes, flirting is good, it's the foot on the brake But everything that lights will end by putting itself out.
Oh! I'm fed up! I don't play the foolish one anymore. Oh! I'm fed up with letting you know that I'm stupid. I don't want to give a hand anymore to a moon That only exists when you turn it on.
A mattress on the floor, the smell of us in the air You forced the dose, your force even if I'm opposed to it. Call a cab for me! No, it's really enough. I don't see the point of being the jerk in your bed anymore.
Oh! I'm fed up! I don't play the foolish one anymore. Oh! I'm fed up with letting you know that I'm stupid. I don't want to give a hand anymore to a moon That only exists when you turn it on.
Where does it come from and where does it go This full moon, tasting like honey? Does it hide Because everyone calls it?
Oh! I'm fed up! I don't play the foolish one anymore. Oh! I'm fed up with letting you know that I'm stupid. I don't want to give a hand anymore to a moon That only exists when you turn it on.
You turn me on when you turn it on. You turn me on when you turn it on. You turn me on when you turn it on.