I'm taking a taxi towards Paris
Pigalle, I'm starving
Boulevard Clichy, I'm looking for the ideal spot at night
Red light, heart racing, I feel like an animal
Eighteenth, I trap myself on the street
In scandal
Point of no return and prostitutes around
I'm seeking absolution
Divan, Carmen, Machine
It doesn't matter, I'm looking for the sound

But Pigalle rushes back to my heartbeat
Pigalle rushes back to my heartbeat

The glow, the heat, the sweat, the passing desire
And it pushes, and it moves, line at the bar, I'm getting bored
Fragile flash, erases the future, leaves your mark
Sudden bite, back to the sidewalk across

But Pigalle rushes back to my heartbeat
But Pigalle rushes back to my heartbeat

But Pigalle rushes back to my heartbeat
But Pigalle rushes back to my heartbeat

I'm crazy about women, crazy about trouble, crazy about Pigalle
I'm crazy about women, crazy about trouble, crazy about Pigalle
I swing my elbows in an infernal rhythm
Finally, I'm there, it's neural ecstasy
Hundreds of bodies in a musical orgy
No more dreams, no messages, just sound and image

So nothing to, nothing to care about, I return to the crowd
In the wave, Pigalle
No, nothing to, nothing to care about, I return to the crowd
In the wave, Pigalle
No, nothing to, nothing to care about, I return to the crowd
In the wave, Pigalle
No, nothing to, nothing to care about, I return to the crowd
In the wave

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