That thing you see I'm appyling is not a rouge, but war paint
I'm fully sure anymore, you are either available or not
That thing you see I'm appyling is not a perfume, but the smell of soil
I'm fully sure anymore; you are both available and not
They say the heaven is in this world
I've passed its front side
Your bridge is still sturdy, I've seen
I've been passing on it
We have played as you wish
Just once, let all the things be turned inside out, are you in?
We have played as you wish
Just once, let all the things be turned inside out, are you in?
Are you in, spit it out!
That thing you see I'm applying is not a mascara, but war paint
I'm fully sure anymore, you are either available or not
That thing you see I'm applying is not a powder, but dust of stage
Now, let all the world watch, you are once available, then not
They say heaven is in this world
I've denied, I've left
Your bridge is still sturdy, I've come
I've been passing on it
We have played as you wish
Just once, let all the things be turned inside out, are you in?
We have played as you wish
Just once, let all the things be turned inside out, are you in?
Are you in, spit it out!