Princesse

Little fresh girl, you might be a model
But you’re far from being a role model
You love to get high at your photo shoots
'Cause you’re living that modern life
You spend your time dodging
Challenge your rivals
I love your ripped tights
Don’t compare yourself to ugly girls
Even at school, you’re popular as you are
You’ve lost count of the compliments you’ve racked up
And at your parties, there’s a crowd in the balcony
But I’m not talking about your cleavage
I’m a different guy, we don’t come from the same world
I’m trying to steer my own ship, and you’re talking about huge yachts
I hang out with girls my age and older ones too
But even in love, I see few challenges
So many vultures, life’s lifespan is bought
Everyone around seems to be staring at me
You throw galas at your place
'Cause you think wealth makes the world dream
I came 'cause I got your invite
But I feel out of place at these events

Princess
Spending your nights out, sleeping all day
Princess
Watch out for the thugs who circle around you
Your curves leave me speechless
I love seeing you in heels, in light outfits
You’re no role model, and before you
How many have burned their wings?
Princess
Come back down to earth, tell me what game you’re playing

You drink rum, you play roles
You follow shady patterns
Your dad loves to criticize the Roma
But your dresses come from Manoush
And it’s funny how Isabelle
Some of your friends call you cold
You go from shop to shop, Antik Batik
But you’re just a kid hiding her pain
Your angelic face changes when you mix liquors
It’s strange but your dad cares more about his rims (than you)
Your mom screams every time you mess up
You overdid it again yesterday
We forgive you for your pretty eyes (oh)
We export ourselves, in sex, we explode
I’m the first ex-poor guy to take you to see exhibits

Princess
Spending your nights out, sleeping all day
Princess
Watch out for the thugs who circle around you
Your curves leave me speechless
I love seeing you in heels, in light outfits
You’re no role model, and before you
How many have burned their wings?
Princess
Come back down to earth, tell me what game you’re playing

Charming princes escape the waves
You build sandcastles
To be open to the world
You don’t need a convertible
As if you liked being hurt, you wouldn’t stop them
A little princess shouldn’t become the queen of whores
An angel passes by, wings spread
Moment of suspension
Remember how strongly you believed
Before the first guy lied to you
You cut your wrists over another abortion
Your scars can testify
You’re like a kid, words fail you
You make no effort, you don’t want to crack
Every charmed man
By your character will just settle for watching
Your heart is a vault, you must have armed yourself
Hiding behind a mask
And spending your time being defensive
You’re not the same as before
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Princess
Spending your nights out, sleeping all day
Princess
Watch out for the thugs who circle around you
Your curves leave me speechless
I love seeing you in heels, in light outfits
You’re no role model, and before you
How many have burned their wings?
Princess
Come back down to earth, tell me what game you’re playing