My perfume covers my sins
It's the oxygen that I'm breathing in
My perfume on my skin
It's poisoning, but I'm giving in
It's such a cliché saying I smell like roses
Am I naive to believe and I know it
And I get the blame, unashamed
That they named it after me
Mademoiselle
A fragrance from hell
My favorite brand
In all of the land
It's just a cheap smell
Mademoiselle
My perfume got things to hide
For now it's good but it won't stay all night
My perfume screams and shouts
It sucks you in and spits you out
Na ścianie jej sypialni widać krzyż lecz ona i tak skończy potępiona, bowiem jakiś zniewalający obraz nocą zapłonął w jej myślach i pomiędzy jej udami złamany bólem człowiek.
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