Giséle

You only live for
You only live for
The cameras
You live
You live
You only live for the cameras
The cameras

You only live for the mirrors, the gaze of others
And Chanel Coco
Trying to change you, yes, I try
But everything at your place is so fake
You swear only 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 your father's nights
You embody everything I hate
You show them, but you don't want to give your ass
Another night where you'll ignore all these guys

Until five in the morning, you'll come back alone
It's lame, yeah, it's not a blast, in short
Another night where you finger yourself
You only live for the cameras
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