Matahari (Red Axes Remix) - L'Impératrice

I'm feeling my heart Beating with the rhythm of her body slowly moves I love this feeling Mm-mm, yeah-yeah Well, I can't deny it, mm She turns me on, and I can't control this burning desire I wish we could, having fun under the sun I don't know what it is, but there is a trick in her Who works on me so well And I can't deny it, mm She turns me on like a firecracker in the summer sun I can feel my mind Slowly fading with the smell of her perfume And when she's dancing Oh damn, mm-mm I'm feeling my heart Beating with the rhythm of her body slowly moves I love this feeling Mm-mm, yeah-yeah Well, I can't deny it, mm She turns me on, and I can't control this burning desire I wish we could, having fun under the sun I don't know what it is, but there is a trick in her Who works on me so well And I can't deny it, mm She turns me on like a firecracker in the summer sun I can feel my mind Slowly fading with the smell of her perfume And when she's dancing Oh damn, mm-mm She turns me on (Diamond in the back, sunroof top) (Digging the scene with a gangster lean, mm-mm) She turns me on (Diamond in the back, sunroof top) (Digging the scene when I'm feeling it, mm-mm) She turns me on (Diamond in the back, sunroof top) (Digging the scene with a gangster lean, mm-mm) She turns me on (Diamond in the back, sunroof top) (Digging the scene when I'm feeling it, mm-mm) She turns me on (Diamond in the back, sunroof top) (Digging the scene with a gangster lean, mm-mm) She turns me on

Stone angel You're a born hard breaker And I'm a soft hearted lover Does it mean we'll never get along? I could write it on a paper I could be your fire starter Or just another number Does it mean the game is already over? Stone angel You're a born hard breaker And I'm a soft hearted lover Does it mean we'll never get along? There's no one who moves me like you do, baby You gotta know Stone angel You're a cold-hearted person And I'm a sweet sweet lover Does it mean we'll never get along? I could heat it with a touch now I could be your firestarter Or just another number Does it mean the game is already over? Cold angel You were born with a heart of stone And I'm a soft hearted lover Does it mean we'll never get along? There's no one who moves me like you do, baby You gotta know I'm still dreaming of you I'm still dreaming of you (Dedicated to your love) I'm still dreaming of you (Such a special kind of love) Stone angel You're a born heartbreaker And I'm a soft hearted lover Does it mean we'll never get along? I could write it down on paper I could be your firestarter Or just another number Does it mean the game is already over? Stone angel You were born with a heart of stone And I'm a soft hearted lover Does it mean we'll never get along? There's no one who moves me like you do, baby You gotta know There's no one who moves me like you do, baby You gotta know There's no one who moves me like you do, baby You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know You gotta know

J'ai fait l'amour à mes névroses Je les ai couchées sur la page Dessus, dessous C'est un couplet que je compose Mais mis bout à bout C'est joli mais c'est flou Ils donnent leur avis sur la chose Ils disent que ça tient pas debout C'est joli mais c'est flou Les rimes on s'en fout J'ai peur de trop forcer la prose Je ne sais pas parler de tout J'aurais voulu être un rappeur Ou musicien d'ordinateur Un disque d'or en moins d'une heure Ma tête en grand et en couleur Ils disent que je suis trop normale C'est plus sexy d'être un peu trash Un vrai voyou Faire des poèmes avec du sale Une question de goût C'est joli quand c'est flou Qu'on soit perdu ça m'est égal Doit-on vraiment comprendre tout? C'est joli quand c'est flou Mais ça vaut pas un clou On préfère toujours les scandales Aux histoires à dormir debout J'aurais voulu être un rappeur Ou musicien d'ordinateur Un disque d'or en moins d'une heure Ma tête en grand et en couleur J'ai un problème d'intégrité J'voudrais passer de l'indé aux ondes Sortir de l'ombre Lever mon verre à mes succès Ma photo partout J'voudrais pas qu'on m'voit floue Regarder du haut du sommet Faire de l'argent et des jaloux J'voudrais pas qu'on m'voit floue Pour les interviews Quand j'aurai vendu tous mes regrets Pour la fame et quelques cailloux J'aurais voulu être un rappeur Ou musicien d'ordinateur Un disque d'or en moins d'une heure Ma tête en grand et en couleur