Christine and the Queens, DāM FunK - Girlfriend lyrics

Chris!

I'm gone in a flick, but back in a second
With salted skin, rash for no reason
Boys are loading their arms
Girls gasp with envy
F-f-for whom are they mimicking endlessly?
Same old sadness in small lumps on my jaw
For lusting after is the usual freak show
May your girl come
Birdie die under this spur
F-f-f-fingers angrily sunk on the jugular
Then

Chris!

I'm gone in a flick, but back in a second
With salted skin, rash for no reason
Boys are loading their arms
Girls gasp with envy
F-f-for whom are they mimicking endlessly?
Same old sadness in small lumps on my jaw
For lusting after is the usual freak show
May your girl come
Birdie die under this spur
F-f-f-fingers angrily sunk on the jugular
Then

Girlfriend don't feel like a girlfriend
But lover damn, I'd be your lover
Girlfriend don't feel like a girlfriend
But lover
Damn, I'd be your lover (Touché, touché yeah)

Yes sir, I am wet
For I abandoned my fame in the lake
Let's see now how fast you're breathing
And how long this will all take
Those who used to pass by me
Think they are baffling a liar
F-fuck is you?
You don't even taste much better!
Came back steaming in sweats in the morning
I muscled in for I wanted to hold him
Then shriveled to let those
Bird dogs rage through f-fuck is me?
F-fuck is you, f-fuck is you, now

Girlfriend don't feel like a girlfriend
But lover damn, I'd be your lover
Girlfriend don't feel like a girlfriend
But lover damn, I'd be your lover
Chris, I don't know why you trippin'

Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
(You got to keep on rollin' girl
Keep rollin', rollin')
(B-b-b baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché
(B-b-b baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché
(B-b-b baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché
(Oh, no) Touché, touché, touché, touché yeah
Don't feel like a girlfriend but lover
Damn, I'd be your lover girlfriend
Don't feel like a girlfriend but lover
Damn, I'd be your lover (Touché, touché yeah)

Yes sir, I am wet
For I abandoned my fame in the lake
Let's see now how fast you're breathing
And how long this will all take
Those who used to pass by me
Think they are baffling a liar
F-fuck is you?
You don't even taste much better!
Came back steaming in sweats in the morning
I muscled in for I wanted to hold him
Then shriveled to let those
Bird dogs rage through f-fuck is me?
F-fuck is you, f-fuck is you, now

Girlfriend don't feel like a girlfriend
But lover damn, I'd be your lover
Girlfriend don't feel like a girlfriend
But lover damn, I'd be your lover
Chris, I don't know why you trippin'

Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
(You got to keep on rollin' girl
Keep rollin', rollin')
(B-b-b baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché
(B-b-b baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché
(B-b-b baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché
(Oh, no) Touché, touché, touché, touché yeah