Gisèle

And you only live for the cameras
The cameras
And you only live for the mirrors
The gaze of others and Chanel Coco
And to change you, yes I try
But everything at your place is so fake
You only swear by Carrera
Yellow Ferraris and champagne galore

Oh Gisèle, Gisèle
What a misery
You only live in the virtual
For us, you have no more mystery
Skirts as short as stormy nights

And you embody everything I hate
And you show them
But you don't want to give your ass
Another night where you'll ignore all those guys
Until five in the morning
You'll come back alone, it's lame
Yeah, it's not glamorous
In short, another night where you finger yourself

And you only live for the cameras
The cameras
And you only live for the mirrors
The gaze of others and Chanel Coco
And to change you, yes I try
But everything at your place is so fake
You only swear by Carrera
Yellow Ferraris and champagne galore

Oh, the Gisèles
There's no point in approaching them
They're more afraid of turning forty than of death
And all men know that
Your pretty ass is all they want
And so they give what they can
Because with you, one feels so alone
With you, I feel so alone

Because you only live for the cameras
The cameras
And you only live for the mirrors
The gaze of others and Chanel Coco