“Carmen”
Darling, darling, doesn’t have a problem
Lying to herself ’cause her liquor’s top shelf
It’s alarming honestly how charming she can be
Fooling everyone, telling them she’s having fun
She says, “You don’t want to be like me
Don’t wanna see all the things I’ve seen.”
I’m dying, I’m dying
She says, “You don’t want to get this way
Famous and dumb at an early age.”
Lying, I’m lying
The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind’s like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she’s still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning
Carmen, Carmen, staying up til morning
Only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean
It’s alarming truly how disarming you can be
Eating soft ice cream
Coney Island Queen
She says, “You don’t want to be like me
Looking for fun, getting high for free.”
I’m dying, I’m dying
She says, “You don’t want to get this way
Street walk at night, and a star by day.”
It’s tiring, tiring
The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind’s like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she’s still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning
Baby’s all dressed up with nowhere to go
That’s the little story of the girl you know
Relying on the kindness of strangers
Tying cherry knots, smiling, doing party favors
Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on
Sing your song, song, now the camera’s on
And you’re alive again
Mon amour, je sais que tu m’aimes aussi
Tu as besoin de moi
Tu as besoin de moi dans ta vie
Tu ne peux plus vivre sans moi
Et je mourrais sans toi
Je tuerais pour toi
[English translation:
My love, I know you love me, too
You need me,
You need me in your life,
You can not live without me,
And I’d die without you,
I would kill for you]
The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind’s like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she’s still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning
Darling, darling, doesn’t have a problem
Lying to herself ’cause her liquor’s top shelf