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Translation
Knife
(Wait for your turn...
Wait for your turn...)
Why does he have to stress me out when he calls me ?
And when he says my name, it's like he's attacking me
I try to smile, then I put my shirt back on
But when I'm getting called, I rub myself every time
Wait for your turn...
Wait for your turn...
Wait for your turn...
Wait for your turn...
Now some sweating
I'm afraid, I'm going to die, I'm going to throw up
And the worst part is that I'm holding this knife
I thrust it but it just misses
Then it starts going again, it want to cut me to shreds
And my airplane's taking off and the flight attendant's after me
I trip him before he can catch me
He's flat on the floor, ha ha- as for me, I'm laughing
I want more of it, more and more...
(Welcome to the cockpit...
Your chérie is turning you on
Welcome aboard the cockpit)
Zlorfik✕
La Femme: Top 3
| 1. | Où va le monde |
| 2. | Si un jour |
| 3. | Elle ne t'aime pas |
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