You are always between cirrhosis and overdose, baby.
With your dirty shirt and instead of a smile, a kind of funny face.
How don't imagine you? How don't remember you hardly two years ago?
When you were the princess of the strawberry mouth,
when you still had that way of hurting me
Now it's too late,princess
Get yourself another dog to bark at you, princess
Damn the guru who raised a dark silence between us,
from wich you conly go out to tell me, "ok, lend me a pound*"
I'm not scared of you anymore baby, but I can't follow you on your trip. How many times I'd have given my whole life for you asking me to carry your lugage.
Now it's too late princess...
You, who sowed your grace flowers
in every fashion island,
how couldn't you be involved in a death including an assault to a pharmacy?
With wich law can we condemn you if we all are judge and part of your adventures?
Go on with your mess, but don't aske me to spend my life
paying your bails
Now it's too late princess
Get yourself another dog to bark at you, princess