I can can-can

Collecting inspiration from one night stands
putting to paper the bruises and scratches I've made with my hands,
I dance along the corridors, in every corner of your mind,
even when I'm gone I've got everybody thinking about my love.

I made up my mind and I don't need you or your touch,
I can smell my own perfume, I can even kiss my own lips,
I can fit into my imagination whatever lies you wanna spit,
and it all comes home to lie in bed with me.


Mademoiselle Juliettè,
The salad days are over and meat is at my door.