LEARN LYRICS

On the street, charming outfits

Made-up like my fiancé

Boy, girl, a staggering style

Dressed like my fiancé

Long hair, blond colored hair

Totally naked in an iron box

He's beautiful, he's handsome, denounced

The outraged one, but I don't care

I don't wanna see her naked

I don't wanna see him naked

And I like that girl with long hair

And that boy who might say no

We hold hands

And we hold hands

A boy in the feminine

A girl in the masculine

And we hold hands

And we hold hands

A boy in the feminine

A girl in the masculine

Faces in golden hair

Forgetting their virtue

But it's not true

That they look like conquistadors

Sexless once undressed

Who can you believe when you see them like that

Turning on all the little girls

Why don't we believe it like that anymore

Isolated in a body that's almost him

I don't wanna see her naked

I don't wanna see him naked

And I like that girl with long hair

And that boy who might say no

And we hold hands

And we hold hands

A boy in the feminine

A girl in the masculine

And they were worth nothing

And they were worth nothing

And we don't need them anymore

And we don't need them anymore

Long gowns for all the boys

Dressed like my fiancée

For the girls without fakes

Made-up like my fiancée

The big shock for the most perverted

The witch hunt is coming soon

Ambiguous down to the bottom of the eyes

Jupiter's return

And we hold hands

And we hold hands

A boy in the feminine

A girl in the masculine

And they were worth nothing

And they were worth nothing

And we don't need them anymore

And we don't need them anymore

And we hold hands

And we hold hands

Desire

Girl