[verse 1]
She woke up this morning with this idea in her head
It was winter time but the sun was pretty red
On her way she started to feel stressed,
Like if her toughts were written on her face
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She tought of this boy for days and maybe weeks
And she took, oh, her best clothes, best make-up for her cheeks
Now she's here in front of the loved man
There's to many feelings in her brain


[verse 2]
She tried a little move with some hesitations
But she won't resist too much, they'll fuck in the kitchen
On his way he took off her pretty dress
Like if her toughts were written on her face


[verse 3]
She goes home this evening and look kind of happy
She kiss me with the same lips that have been so dirty
On the sofa she tells nothing but...
I won't ever say she was a slut (3)

[chorus 1]
Is sleeping worth it ?
Her body (2) ? She hates it !
But she wants it
And she's in love, she says
« Love, desire,
Same thing in my head »





[chorus 2]
Is sleeping worth it ?
Her body ? He loves it !
And he wants it
But he's not in love, he said :
« There's only desire in my head »

[chorus 3]
Is sleeping a good thing ?
With the girl who's cheating ?
Guess maybe not...
But with the times I'll forget
« Love, desire,
Same thing in her head »