Tell me something
To amuse me
Give me a cookie
To recover myself
Change my thinking
Paint everything pink
Make me dance
Do something
Do pirouettes
Or a smile
Don’t get sulky
That would be worse
Send some clowns
Or a big check
Dany Boon
At my funeral
Can you pinch me
Or let out a cry
So that I forget
I want to cry
But of laughing
I want to die
But of desire
I want to talk
To say nothing
I want to love you
But without suffering
I want to cry
But of laughing
I want to die
But of desire
Tickle my feet
Set a firecracker under my pillow
An old Bigard
Put some itching powder
A farting pillow
In my dining room
In my soup of bad luck
So pretend
To kick your ass
For me to kill some time
So I woudn’t be so lonely
I want a baby
But a comedian
I want to rock him
But in rhythm
Can you tape me
So I would stay here
No! Be gentle
I want to cry
But of laughing
I want to die
But of desire
I want to talk
To say nothing
I want to love you
But without suffering
I want to cry
But of laughing
I want to die
But of desire
Fucking crisis
Lack of everything
That paralyzes me
I admit it
It’s true that I’m uncertain
But I need you…
I want to cry
But of laughing
I want to die
But of desire
I want to talk
To say nothing
I want to love you
But without suffering
I want to cry
But of laughing
I want to die
But of desire
I want to cry
But of laughing
I want to love you
But not to say