Turn up the ceiling fan...

C'mon and take me, where wine glasses bleed
C'mon 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 im 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 dont 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 dont know

Wij leven als god in Frankrijk

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