And you only live for the cameras
The photo devices
You only live for the mirrors, the gaze of others
And the Chanel Coco
To make you change, yes I'm trying
But at your place everything is so fake
You only swear by the Carrera, the yellow Ferraris
And the champagne galore

Oh Gisèle, Gisèle, what a misery
You only live in the virtual
For us you have no mystery anymore
Skirts as short as your father's nights
And you embody everything I hate

And you show them, but you don't want to give your ass
Another night where you're going to ignore all these guys
Until five in the morning, you're going to go home alone
It's annoying, yeah, it's not fun, in short
Another night where you finger yourself

And you only live for the cameras
The photo devices
You only live for the mirrors, the gaze of others
And the Chanel Coco
To make you change, yes I'm trying
But at your place everything is so fake
You only swear by the Carrera, the yellow Ferraris
And the champagne galore

Oh the Gisèles, there's no point in approaching them
They are more afraid of their forties than of death
And that, all men know it
Your pretty ass is all they want
And so, they give what they can
Because with you we feel so alone
With you I feel so alone

Because you only live for the cameras
The photo devices
You only live for the mirrors, the gaze of others
And the Chanel Coco

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