Mademoiselle Clé

You are the key, the one that fully opens me up
You can visit my body
From the inside press on my heart to make me cry
And sometimes even the hidden barbs between your lashes can cut me

It's not alcohol that will glue me back together, but the glue of your kisses
Spreads everywhere without forgetting anything
No no no no nothing forgotten
And sometimes even your tongue shines oh barb I'm pierced by barbs you glued me back

Miss Key
Miss Key
Oh Miss Key

I know where to press to make you laugh, even fry, place birds around your bones to offer you the sensation of flying
Shutters shutters your heels guide me I would stop time to make it last a little longer

When you plant your lips up to your teeth
It has an effect on me
Like the blue fairy, Pinocchio's but more real
Except it's not the nose that grows Except it's not the nose that grows
And there are no stories of lies And there are no stories of lies
No, it's not my nose that grows No, it's not your nose that grows
It's even better than in dreams
Miss Key
Miss Key