Astérisque [English translation]

Vex

It comes like a bad reflex

I amuse you with my pretexts

As if I wasn't worth anything anymore

Vex

When you point your finger at me

Accuse me of courting my exes

As if the past is worth nothing

I feel so good

In the palm of your hand

I feel useful

When you make me fragile

A hoax

The truth of the false of the paradox

A fiery cocktail on the rocks

As if I didn't know anything anymore

Asterisk

At your perils and at our brawls

Frolicking in an x-rated film

As if one wasn't worth anything anymore

I feel so good

In the palm of your hand

I feel useful

When you make me fragile

I feel so good

In the palm of your hand

I feel useful

When you make me fragile

I see you from afar

Letting go of my hand

My hand, my hand

• Artist:Florent Mothe