Doom in the city

This isn't Sex and the City,

nobody’s watching the room

Je suis seule dans le noir,

facing the impending doom

Take off the cool clothes,

the facade is just a dress

Pourquoi rester chic

quand le cœur est un mess?

I go to the bar,

c'est monumental, le risque est réel

If he’s into it,

c’est accidentel, a story to tell.

What’s it like to be admired?

Hot and desired? Ce n'est pas un film,

le scénario a expiré.

Nobody sees me, le vrai problème est là

I’m a believer, but the stars aren't for me,

pas à pas. Turn it up,

baby, my song on the radio.

I'm drunk and I'm high,

le vide dans le studio.

Mr. Driver, five stars,

drive me home in the night

If this was the show,

he would have called,

everything bright. But I’m in the shower,

seeking a warm touch to replace The boredom of the bar,

l’ennui sur son visage,

l’espace. He’s off his meds,

un artiste, no headboard in sight.

Do that again? Peut-être.

Then leave in the night.

What is it all for?

Pour quoi faire tout ça?

Quickly out the door.

Je pars, je n'suis plus là.

Overrated. Surévalué.

100% Tiguidou.

The script is shredded.

I guess you never know,

until you try.