La princesse [English translation]

She would love to have a husband

but she also loves boys.

She's looking for someone with her appetite

or her head and who is right.

As she feels she's somehow unique,

love is too small for her

but on Sunday nights she panics,

then she's out for some French kissing.

And every day she struggles between the princess and the slut.

On Mondays she adores herself, on Tuesdays she rejects herself.

She can no longer see the sound of that swing

that drives her heart around between being and having, being and having.

She would love to have a house

with a garden of lemons

but she finds out that all the tack

would make her follow the cattle.

As she feels she's somehow unique,

she doesn't want to fall into the trap

but on Sunday nights she panics,

then she's out for some French kissing.

And every day she struggles between the princess and the slut.

On Mondays she adores herself, on Tuesdays she rejects herself.

She can no longer see the sound of that swing

that drives her heart around between being and having, being and having.

She would love to have a child

but before that, she would really like

a trip around the world and jobs,

otherwise, she will regret it.

As she feels she's somehow unique,

children are not really her thing

but on Sunday nights she panics,

and it's her old brother whom she calls.

And every day she struggles between the princess and the slut.

On Mondays she adores herself, on Tuesdays she rejects herself.

She can no longer see the sound of that swing

that drives her heart around between being and having.

And every day she struggles between the princess and the slut.

On Mondays she adores herself, on Tuesdays she rejects herself.

She can no longer see the sound of that swing

that drives her heart around between being and having, being and having.