You have to please, need bright red
Dress your lips, make me some money
Oh, there's no idealism between us and it bothers you
But for your curves, you need money

Oh, why are you going off on your tangents?
Have you forgotten who makes you live?
Mmh, if you have a request, talk about it
Ah, ah, to the assistant's assistant
Of my assistant's assistant

I love, I love, I love when you scream
When you scream my name
All over Paris, oh-oh
I adore when you follow
You follow my steps
All through the night, oh-oh

And you're hurting, so hurting, so hurting, ah ah
Yet you have no idea
So many others would have dreamed (would have dreamed)
Mmh, of a city trip to Rome, dressed in Gucci
I have much better ones, you're not the prettiest
You lead a star's life, without working a quarter

And why are you going off on your tangents?
Have you forgotten who makes you live?
Mmh, if you have a request, talk about it
Ah, ah, to the assistant's assistant
Of my assistant's assistant

I love, I love, I love when you scream (when you scream)
When you scream my name
All over Paris, oh-oh
I adore when you follow
You follow my steps
All through the night, oh-oh

Hello
You are in contact with the voicemail of
Pierre de Maere
Record your message after the beep

I love, I love, I love when you scream (when you scream)
When you scream my name
All over Paris, oh-oh
I adore when you follow
You follow my steps
All through the night, oh-oh

(Ooh)
And you're hurting, so hurting, so hurting (ooh, ooh)

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