She runs the silk stockings
between her fingers,
well,
she prefers those made of wool, silk stockings bother her,
Madeleine....
She puts black on her eyes
and knots in her hair
a bit of porcelain on Madeleine's cheeks....
Madeleine contains her hate as much as she can for those who cut her wings
who slyly butcher her
Madeleine swore that even if they were to slit her wrists
she would keep going, Madeleine....
She takes attitudes,
instead of habits,
We don't talk about that femininity...
Madeleine contains her hate as much as she can for those who cut her wings
who slyly butcher her
Madeleine swore that even if they were to slit her wrists
she would keep going, Madeleine....
Madeleine...