Paris’ streets
Won’t hide my feet
From the narrow paths I usually lead
Paris’ streets
Won’t hide my feet
From the narrow paths I usually lead
There’s no pressure on
No pressure
I won’t push you oh
I won’t push you into
The light the light
There’s no pressure on
No pressure
I won’t push you oh
I won’t push you into
The light
These rooms feel smaller
As we slip into the comas
For life
For life
Nobody wants your love
And nobody wants your hands
Nobody wants your love
Nobody wants your love
And nobody wants your hands
Nobody wants your love
I’m precious
Oh I’m so precious
Slip into your favourite dress to
Disguise disguise
I’m precious
Oh I’m so precious
Slip into your favourite dress to
Disguise disguise
These rooms feel smaller
As we slip into the comas for life
For life
Nobody wants your love
And nobody wants your hands
Nobody wants your love
Nobody wants your love
And nobody wants your hands
Nobody wants your love