Chacun Fait C'qu'il Lui Plait

Five in the AM, I got the shakes
My teeth chatter and I cut the sound up
Alone on the bed in my crumpled blue sheets
It's insomnia, broken sleep
I'm losin' my mind, and my cigarettes
Are all cold butts in the ashtray
It's full of Kleenex and empties
I'm all alone, alone, alone
While Boulogne gives in to despair
I got enough to fill one last glass
Clack! Goes the glass falling on the lino
I cut my hand pickin' up the pieces
I sterilize, the walls that dance
Alcohol intoxicates and it begins
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go the bunnies on the parquet

And at that moment, what did you do?
I think I cut the radio back on
(Everyone does, does, does as they please, please, please!)
The precipice is at the end
(We don't care about the precipice, everyone does, does, does as they please, please, please)
(All the stars that shine) What do they gotta tell me, the stars?

Six AM, I gotta find a drink
Hard liquor or black coffee
I run a red light, police, patrol
I clench my butt cheeks, there ain't no rush
Four, five francs my rose
Shouts the lil thing in the pink morning
I park my Ondine under her nursery rhymes

Ah, what's wrong with ya? What's wrong with ya?

Near a post office there's a li'l bar
I push the door and go and sit down
Three, four sketchy dudes
Playing cards in the restrooms
All alone in a dark corner at the bar
A platinum blonde sips her brandy
She says: Champagne? And I join her
She says: Fifty? And I say: That tempts me

And how did you get home?
In my car
Ah, and there was still the same tune on the radio
(Everyone does, does, does as they please, please, please)
So many beers on tap in bars
(No one pressures you to drink, everyone does, does, does as they please, please, please)
People have such crazes
The decalcomania!

Seven AM, the hotel
I pay, I keep it short
I search my pockets
I know, it's ugly

Her red smile, her body that moves
She makes her Coeur Croisé bra slide
Over her tan skin
Her nylon stockings run to the quilt
Her nails grab me: You're comin', darling?
The bed creaks and the shutters bang
Alone in the bed in its crumpled blue sheets
My icy fingers slide on her skin
She strikes a pose, I think of something else
Her mirrored eyes reflect my gaze
Hurried angels in this icy blue
Tell me: It's time, I say: What time?

And you, do you really not remember what happened?
No, I really don't
(Everyone does, does, does as they please, please, please)
Under my feet, there's the ground
(Under your feet, there's Hell, everyone does, does, does as they please, please, please)
My God, I don't even get to come
Too bad for ya, you gotta sleep

Then I hustled off into the gray morning
It's full of crates and no taxis
Cats that chow down on their wet food
Bigshots, little boats
Porte de la Chapelle, I don't feel pretty
My curlers don't make waves no more
In my studio, I vacuum
The video scares me some

Restroom attendant has got troubles
Mr. Papa worries himself sick
In the homes of the badly off
Baby upchucks its pablum

Eight in the AM, I got the shakes
My teeth chatter and I cut the sound up
Alone on the bed in my crumpled blue sheets
It's insomnia, broken sleep
I'm losin' my mind, my cigarettes
Are all cold butts in the ashtray
It's full of Kleenex and empties
I'm all alone, alone, alone
While Boulogne gives in to despair
I got enough to fill one last glass
Clack! Goes the glass falling on the lino
I cut my hand pickin' up the pieces