Lucky Boy - Orties

Il est 10h16, loin de Versailles

Tout le monde enfile sa tristesse, vêtu en Versace

Petit pantalon à pince, dégaine de re-sta

Paie-nous le costard noir sinon pas de rencard

On a peur d’fermer les yeux, mais on

A aussi peur de les ouvrir

Tu connais la réplique, baby

Lucky Boy veut pas revenir

Le vent dans ses cheveux le caresse pour mieux le fuir

Lui rappelle sa tendresse qu’il sépare de ses souvenirs

Lucky Boy se sert du thé en 'teille en diamant

Pour t'épater la coupe au bol version droite et troquet allemand

Casse la baraque en noeud pap'

Bye bye les gars, il s’barre

Dans la boîte la plus hype

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Dans une rue déserte, j’attends, j’attends

A minuit un mec, vêtements clinquants, clinquants

Sur ton blouson blanc ivoire

Et dans tes yeux couleur cendres

On peut voir que tu es mort Lucky Boy

Tu es mort

Viens, prends moi la main

cercueil souterrain

Les fantômes, les anges, le Malin

Que tu sois Sandrine ou Romain

Ouais, R.I.P

Lumières pâle, vodka coupée

Dieu danse sur le canapé

Y’a des fleurs, des maccabées

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Sur ton blouson blanc ivoire

Et dans tes yeux couleur cendres

On peut voir que tu es mort Lucky Boy

Tu es mort

It's 10:16 am, far from Versailles

Everybody put on their sadness, dressed in Versace

Little clip pants, quickdraw of re-sta

Pay us for the black suit otherwise no date

We're afraid to close our eyes, but we

Also scared to open them

You know the line, baby

Lucky Boy doesn't want to come back

The wind in his hair caresses him the better to flee him

Reminds him of his tenderness which he separates from his memories

Lucky Boy pours himself tea in a 'diamond bottle

To impress you the bowl cut straight version and German troquet

Break the house in a bow tie

Bye bye guys, he's leaving

In the hippest box

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

In a deserted street, I wait, I wait

At midnight a dude, flashy clothes, flashy

On your ivory white jacket

And in your ash-colored eyes

We can see you're dead Lucky Boy

You are dead

Come take my hand

underground coffin

Ghosts, Angels, Evil

Whether you're Sandrine or Romain

Yeah, R.I.P.

Pale lights, cut vodka

God dances on the couch

There are flowers, maccabees

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

On your ivory white jacket

And in your ash-colored eyes

We can see you're dead Lucky Boy

You are dead