Five o'clock in the morning, I'm shivering
I'm chattering my teeth and turning up the sound
Alone on the bed in my crumpled blue sheets
It's insomnia, broken sleep
I'm losing my mind and my cigarettes
Are all smoked in the ashtray
It's full of Kleenex and empty bottles
I'm all alone, all alone, all alone
While Boulogne despairs
I have enough to fill one last glass
Clac goes the glass falling on the linoleum
I cut my hand picking up the pieces
I sterilize, the walls are dancing
Alcohol makes you dizzy and it starts
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do the sheep, on the parquet floor

And at that moment, what did you do?
I think I turned the radio back on
(Each one does, does, does what pleases him, pleases him, pleases him!)
The precipice is at the end
(We don't care about the precipice, each one does, does, does what pleases him, pleases him, pleases him)
(All the shining stars) what do they have to tell me, the stars?

Six o'clock in the morning, I need to find a drink
Strong liquor or black coffee
I run a red light, police patrol
I clench my buttocks, there's no rush
"Four, five francs my rose"
Cries the little thing in the pink morning
I park my ondine under his nursery rhymes

Ah, what do you have there, what do you have?

Near a post office there's a small bar
I push the door and sit down
Three, four shady characters
Play cards in the toilets
All alone at the bar in a dark corner
A platinum blonde sips her fine
She says "champagne?" I accompany her
She says "fifty?" I tell her "I'm tempted"

And how did you get home?
In my car
Ah, and the same song was still on the radio
(Each one does, does, does what pleases him, pleases him, pleases him!)
What pressure in the bars
(Nobody pushes you to drink, each one does, does, does what pleases him, pleases him, pleases him!)
People have these habits
Decalcomania!

Seven o'clock in the morning, the hotel
I pay, I cut it short
I search my pockets
I know it's ugly

Her red smile, her moving body
She slides her crossed heart
On her tanned skin
You have nylon stockings running on the eiderdown
Her nails hook me "you coming darling?"
The bed creaks and the shutters clap
Alone in the bed in her crumpled blue sheets
On her skin glide my icy fingers
She strikes a pose, I think of something else
Her mirror eyes reflect my gaze
The hurried angels in this icy blue
Tell me "it's time" I tell them "what time?"

And you, you really don't remember what happened?
No, really not
(Each one does, does, does what pleases him, pleases him, pleases him!)
Under my feet, there's the earth
(Under your feet, there's hell, each one does, does, does what pleases him, pleases him, pleases him!)
My God, I can't even enjoy
Too bad for you, you have to sleep

So I escape into the gray morning
It's full of crates and no taxi
The cats are purring their little purrs
Eminences, little boats
Porte de la Chapelle I don't feel beautiful
My curlers are no longer in curls
In my studio, I vacuum
The video scares me a little

Madame pee has troubles
Mister daddy is worrying
In the homes of the poorly housed
Baby vomits his porridge

Eight o'clock in the morning, I'm shivering
I'm chattering my teeth and turning up the sound
Alone on the bed in my crumpled blue sheets
It's insomnia, broken sleep
I'm losing my mind, my cigarettes
Are all smoked in the ashtray
It's full of Kleenex and empty bottles
I'm all alone, all alone, all alone
While Boulogne despairs
I have enough to fill one last glass
Clac goes the glass falling on the linoleum
I cut my hand picking up the pieces

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