Non [English translation]

You'd like to see me there, down at your feet,

To make me fall into your little trap

I wanted to salivate, oh, how I love your predatory smile

There's something like the sound of a bee in my head

At the corner of my mouth, a taste of honey

How delicious it is to tell you 'no'

Is it the result of the alcohol?

My skin is peeling off and my reason is derailing

My flesh goes crazy in silk, in hay

To be yours, I'd have to be mad

Under the loving words, you're there, that's cute

And I hear the ideas, the images giving you a headache

I am your prey, I am your demise

In the air, there's something like a tune I don't know

An echo in my belly, a little lower

How delicious it is to tell you 'no'

Is it the result of the alcohol?

My skin is peeling off and my reason is derailing

My flesh goes crazy in silk, in hay

To be yours, I'd have to be mad

To be yours, I'd have to be mad

Is it the result of the alcohol?

My skin is peeling off and my reason is derailing

My flesh goes crazy in silk, in hay

To be yours, I'd have to be mad

• Artist:Mélanie Pain
• Album:Bye Bye Manchester