To be continued... I'm waiting for you on Sunday morning, when everything is going well I'm driving to the opera house, I'm going to take you to the city You live my worries, I don't care, I remember you And the teenagers at the opera Wow, the teenagers of Paris Lying in their bed, like dancers at the opera They put in their pockets the 3D at the cinema You forgot your keys at my place Where are your hands? In mine When we go up on stage At my place, the machines break down Everything I do is wonderful But when in doubt, let's talk about everything Everything I do is disgusting At my place, at my place Everything I do is disgusting But when in doubt, let's talk about everything Everything I do is disgusting
