Les dessous chics

Chic underwear
It's not revealing anything at all
Tell yourself that when you are at your wit's end
It's taboo

Chic underwear
It's a suspender that snaps
In the head like a pair of slaps

Chic underwear
These are terminated contracts
Who like fishnet stockings
They slipped away

Chic underwear
It is the modesty of feelings
Outrageously made up
Blood red

Chic underwear
It is keeping oneself deep inside
Fragile as a silk stocking

Chic underwear
It's lace and ribbons
Bitterness on a screen
Desolate

Chic underwear
It would be like a stiletto heel
Who would pierce the hearts of girls