LA KILIÉ

Ah, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kilié
Rumba to kill, where is it to break?
I signed the court with enamel brooch
Deep until the grave, grave, grave, grave

From all the balconies, they throw the carnations
I'm sold like Alice in Chanel's country
The clocks that mark the hours of doing
And pins that stick, but there's no atelier

I want my cup of tea, also matcha tea
I want my name marked, I macheted that path
The captain of the sea parts the waves in the boat
Songs of the past century, come and see how she nails it

Ah, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kilié
Rumba to kill, where is it to break?
I signed the court with enamel brooch
Deep until the grave, grave, grave, grave

If Moses parts the seas, she hearts
Only blurry the reflections in the Cartier mirrors
Cold Coco, my dinner looked like a frappé
I'm lost because I find my signals written

I want my cup of tea, also matcha tea
I want my name marked, I macheted that path
The captain of the sea parts the waves in the boat
Songs of the past century, come and see how she nails it

Ah, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kilié
Rumba to kill, where is it to break?
I signed the court with enamel brooch
Deep until the grave, grave, grave, grave

Grave, grave, grave
Grave, grave
Grave, grave, grave
Grave

Look at the hookah, look at it and smoke
Look at the hookah, look at it, look at the hookah
Look at the hookah, look at it and smoke
Look at the hookah, look at it, look at the hookah

Ah, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kil—, the kilié
Rumba to kill, where is it to break?
I signed the court with enamel brooch
Deep until the grave, grave, grave, grave

Grave, grave, grave
Grave, grave
Grave, grave, grave
Grave