Come on and take me, where wine glasses bleed
Come on and rape me, don't you ask what I need
I came to Frankrijk, playing the fool Ik ben op vakantie breaking all of your rules
I landed cross-eyed, my foot in my mouth
Slightly arrested with my face pointed south
I came to Frankrijk, with all of my tools Ik ben op vakantie, and I am making new rules

Turn up the ceiling fan latch on the door, do the best you can
Pull down the blinds, and go done it before nothing you do not know
I cant remember if this tale ever ends I cant remember if my heart ever mends
I know the present, I know what I like Wij leven als god in Frankrijk
Turn up the ceiling fan latch on the door, do the best you can
Pull down the blinds, and go done it before nothing you do not know
Wij leven als god in Frankrijk

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