Play Boy - Indochine
Me, when I was an adolescent
I tried on my mother's clothes
And yet I was sure this would please you
And that everyone would get used to it, yet they looked sideways at me
So I also turned my clothing inside out
And me, I adore hopeless cases
Yet I was sure this would please you
But what have I done, but how do I seem?
I have some sort of ailment
A sort of ailment, an ailment I do not define
Me, I have a problem with the artists, above all the French who live in Switzerland,
I also adore sex and snuff movies
I find that these are the pure moments of life
I no longer recognise myself in others, I'm just a hopeless case
And as no one will come to claim me
I will end up like something found
But what have I done, but how do I seem?
I have some sort of ailment
A sort of ailment, an ailment I do not define