Chacun fait (c'qui lui plait)

Five in the morning, I have chills
I'm chattering my teeth, and I turn up the sound
Alone on the bed in my crumpled blue sheets
It's insomnia, broken sleep
I'm losing my mind, and my cigarettes are all smoked
In the ashtray
It's full of Kleenex and empty bottles
I'm all alone, all alone, all alone

While Boulogne despairs
I've got enough to fill one last glass
Clink goes the glass falling on the lino
I cut my hand picking up the pieces
I sterilize, the walls that dance
Alcohol makes you dizzy and it begins
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The sheep do, on the parquet

(And at that moment, what did you do)
Get lost

(Everyone does, does, does)
(What they please, please, please)
The precipice is at the end
(The precipice we don't care)
(Everyone does, does, does)
(What they please, please, please)
(All the stars that shine)
What do they have to say to me, the stars

Six in the morning, I need to find a drink
Strong liquor or black coffee
I run a red light, police, patrol
I clench my buttocks, there's no rush
Four, five francs my rose
Cries the little thing in the pink morning
Because my name dines under her rhymes
(Hey, what do you have there, what do you have)

Near a post office, there's a little bar
I push the door and come to sit down
Three, four, sinister types
Playing cards in the restrooms
All alone at the bar in a dark corner
A platinum blonde sips her fine
She says "champagne"
I accompany her
She says "50"
I say "I'm tempted"

(And how did you get back)
Next time, I'll give you one

(Everyone does, does, does)
(What they please, please, please)
So much pressure in the bars
Nobody pushes you to drink
(Everyone does, does, does)
(What they please, please, please)
People have these habits
The decals

Seven in the morning, the hotel
I pay, I cut it short
I search my pockets, I know it's ugly
Her red smile, her moving body
She slides her heart crossed on her tanned skin
You have nylon stockings that run on the eiderdown
Her nails catch me, you come darling
The bed creaks and the shutters clap
Alone on the bed in her crumpled blue sheets
On her smooth skin, my icy fingers
She strikes a pose, I think of something else
Her mirror eyes reflect my gaze
The angels hurried in this icy blue
Tell me "it's time"
I say "what time"

(And you really don't remember what happened)
No

(Everyone does, does, does)
(What they please, please, please)
Under my feet, there's the earth
(Under your feet, there's hell)
(Everyone does, does, does)
(What they please, please, please)
My God, I can't even enjoy
Too bad for you, you need to sleep

So I escape into the gray morning
It's full of crates and no taxis
The cats purr their little purrs
The Eminences, the Little Boats
Porte de la Chapelle, I don't feel beautiful
My curlers are no longer set
In my studio, I vacuum
The video scares me a little
(Madam toilet has trouble)
(Mister daddy is worried)
(In the lodgings of the poorly housed)
(Baby vomits his porridge)

Eight in the morning, I have chills
I'm chattering my teeth and I turn up the sound
Alone on the bed in my crumpled blue sheets
It's insomnia, broken sleep
I'm losing my mind, my cigarettes are all smoked
In the ashtray
It's full of Kleenex and empty bottles
I'm all alone, all alone, all alone
While Boulogne despairs
I've got enough to fill one last glass
Clink goes the glass falling on the lino
I cut my hand picking up the pieces