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Hystérique by Yeule album cover

Hystérique

by Yeule

Lyrics
I like Dior, Hysteric Glamour
But most of all, making out, out, on the floor
I like d.i.a., I like diamond-studded chains
Licking up the taste of a tattooed model's face (Mm)

Atomic electronic girl, crying in the rain
Let's just dance, dance, dance, dance, dance away the pain
I'll make your heart melt, un-undo your leather belt
I like your spit, spit, dripping off the inside of your (Ah)
Designer this, designer, that, yeah
Chrome up here and Chrome down there, yeah
All of this, but I couldn't care (About anything else but you)
Take the train to Paris, baby
Je ne sais pas comment t'oublier
All of this, but I couldn't care
About anything else but you

Baby, it's forever now
Remember when you kissed me
In the car you crashed wearing ERD?
And you were always by my side
To wipe the tears up from my eyes for me, ah, mm

**** away all of the pain
With the dog tag on your chain
****in' with a bloody taste
When I lick your pretty face
**** away all of the pain
With the dog tag on your chain
****in' with a bloody taste
When I lick your pretty face, oh

I like Dior, Hysteric Glamour
But most of all, making out, out, on the floor
I like d.i.a., I like diamond-studded chains
Licking up the taste of a tattooed model's face

Trap me in a frame, or use my name
Or take my face and replicate my love
Into another girl, another boy
I'm just a toy
You got me wrapped around your finger like a doll
In little pieces that you put into another
And it never ends

Baby, it's forever now
Remember when you kissed me
In the car you crashed wearing ERD?
And you were always by my side
To wipe the tears up from my eyes for me, ah, mm

**** away all of the pain
With the dog tag on your chain
****in' with a bloody taste
When I lick your pretty face, oh
**** away all of the pain
With the dog tag on your chain
****in' with a bloody taste
When I lick your pretty face (あのひと)

Baby, it's forever now
Remember when you kissed me
In the car you crashed wearing ERD?
And you were always by my side
To wipe the tears up from my eyes for me

I like Dior, Hysteric Glamour
But most of all, making out, out, on the floor
I like d.i.a., I like diamond-studded chains
Licking up the taste of a tattooed model's face
Go, go, go, go
A&R : Gio Roca