You didn't say hello to your wife
You're already on your phone
You reply to her "It's not a big deal, we'll talk when I call you"
It's time to post your picture
As usual, you're overdoing it
If the voyeurs have had their fill
Let's hope the envious ones subscribe

To the page of your dream life
You're not living it, but you pretend
As if everything is fine, but in reality
You already know something's wrong
For a handful of thumbs up
You give away your privacy
To anonymous subscribers
Hashtag, tell your life .com

Your life on stage, it becomes less sunny
Your life on stage, it's just a staging, staging
Your life on stage, it becomes less sunny
Your life on stage, it becomes obscene, obscene

From top to bottom, on your keyboard
Your finger sliding on Mr. Apple
You scrutinize everything others have done
You type his name and you spy on him
His new job, his trendy look, the number of likes on his albums
Is he really happy
Or is it just a front he's putting on

You can't wait to share
Your filtered photos from your vacation in Rome
You caught a glimpse of the Coliseum behind your iPhone screen
Eyes empty, mouth pinched
Emoticon's frozen smile
You're waiting for the enraged pigeons
To drop their best comment

Your life on stage, it becomes less sunny
Your life on stage, it's just a staging, staging
Your life on stage, it becomes less sunny
Your life on stage, it becomes obscene, obscene

(Your life on stage)
(Your life on stage)

(It's a staging)
(Your life on stage)
(It becomes obscene)
(Obscene)

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