(Hofstede)
This is not comme il faut
It's no respectable affair
I know I lost my head
I'm burning bridges everywhere
My heart, my head, my brains
My senses don't make sense at all
The bar sign prints your name
Over and over on the wall
And I can't take it anymore
Chime little bells big bells
I try to touch a woman cactus
I see those empty streets
I'm walking 'round legs up head down
My lamp burns all the night
I've lost the map of this old town
And I can't take it anymore
Chime little bells big bells
I try to touch a woman cactus
I know it hurts to touch a woman
With those needles and pins
This is not comme il faut
It's no respectable affair
This time I leave the clock
In which I acted as a cuckoo
Nothing like cubism
To bring about a woman's shape
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