Blasphemy, oh my body
Why was I born like this?
Wait for me again
So I can come and cast a chill

I have a little lover
But he doesn't see me
I hope to find one day
Someone to accompany me

A man on the moon
A man on the moon
Your eyes, so your eyes
Your eyes, so your eyes

Walking on the sea
Bored to death
This life suits me so well
A step towards the light

Walking askew
The sky can wait for me
Having just one desire
To stay life in the air

A man on the moon
A man on the moon
Your eyes, so your eyes
Your eyes, so your eyes

I want a pretty mess
I want a beauty dress
I want to feel, confess

I want a pretty mess
I want a beauty dress
I want to feel, confess

I want a pretty mess
I want a beauty dress
I want to feel, confess

I want a pretty mess
I want a beauty dress
I want to feel, confess

I want a pretty mess
I want a beauty dress
I want to feel, confess

I want a pretty mess
I want a beauty dress
I want to feel, confess

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