La Belle Indifférence My best friend forever had A driven interest in identifying The great American sex Arousal disorder, and green eyes First it was tout simplement "La Philosophie Dans Le Boudoir" But if hysteria leads you on It is no picnic to know who you are The first time we met it was a blast At the Fray Bernardino Álvarez Blue lipstick and weird, fake moustache Said "turn around and take your panties down" Call her by her truthful name Her name is Bouffée Delirante Look into her truthful eyes Her gaze is sweet and mesmerizing Her logic so disorganizing Her gaze is truly paralyzing! Her name is Borderline Personality Disorder And she came because I called her Look into her truthful eyes her gaze is sweet and paralyzing Her logic so disorganizing But folies à deux ain't everlasting Her name is Dissociative Identity Disorder And she came because I called her The last time we met was pretty sad At some step-down unit, as announced The poor thing was missing her left hand But she hadn't noticed it! C’est la belle indifférence La belle indifférence La belle indifférence La belle indifférence.

Suckerphilia But I had just recovered From my affair with narcotics It’s an abuse of analgesic help I am a love constipator It is a damage controller ‘Cause I was getting better In my alternative treatment center With my painkiller system And my anti-you narcotics You’re the worst adulterator You're my world, adulterator Hey you! Give me a lick The loveliest uncurable lick Hey you! Give me a kiss A dangerous contagious and meaningless kiss You’re the worst adulterator Sucker-psycho-wacko-philia-compulsive-analgesic-philia You’re the worst adulterator You're my world, adulterator Hey you! Give me a lick The loveliest uncurable lick Hey you! Give me a kiss A dangerous contagious and meaningless kiss And my lo-fi fragile fractions are asking Do you think this sounds a bit dramatic/romantic? If you give me a kiss that means nothing at all Then I will write you a song that means nothing at all.

Buy All My Dreams Look at this diamond; it’s not just a ring It means I’ll be married and have many kids He gives me protection, stability I guess… We will live in a castle with fancy horses and SHIT He’ll buy all my dreams and I’ll be what he needs me to be…. Like all the girls I see in all the magazines, Without a single atom of identity around me And he won’t care. ‘Cause he can afford me And I don’t care if this classist crap that I’m around surrounds me! You’ll be in love with all the times those idiots stare at me like that And you’ll show me off like the hottest accessory around you, And you won’t care. ‘Cause you can afford me And I don’t care if this classist crap that I’m around surrounds me! ‘Cause I’m so lovely and you won’t care if I am boring ‘Cause no one cares if this classist crap that I’m around surrounds me! I really don’t mind if I justify my empty ideals all my life No complications or several points of view Love is based on what my eyes can find He gives me protection, stability I guess He’ll buy all my dreams and I’ll be who he needs me to be.

The Peter pan syndrome While I was walking today, I realized I was asking myself The same questions I usually ask on my birthday: Am I proud? Am I old? Am I mature? Am I stable? What the fuck did I do this year? Am I better? Am I wiser? Am I successful? Am I in love? Am I sick? Hi sweetheart Come and tell me what should I wear tonight. High heels are not an option Or would you wish I changed my mind? Close your eyes. Make a wish. Eat for me The cakes they bring to feed me to take you away But I ain’t spitting you out Why do I always cry on my birthdays? They usually suck But today is the saddest day of my life… The gifts! The hugs! The smiles! The presents! The ridiculous cake ceremony! Oh my God!

The robbery Good evening ladies and gentleman Boys and girls, kings and queers What you’re about to witness Is what people call an assault You call it an abuse; we call it getting off Please don’t panic You only need to cooperate Everyone inside the room Heads down and hands in the air Put wallets, cell phones and watches in the bag Diamonds, credit cards, iPods and laps Let me see your hands now And now means NOW Put your hands in the air! Put the money in the bag! The quicker we take this, the quicker we’re out! (Freeze the scene) You may think I’m crazy for the cash… The only reason why I’m here Inside this shit that shakes my teeth Is the rush when I look into your eyes This fear I smell that makes me feel that I’m the one Now listen, I don’t care about the law I have no regrets at all, I don’t feel guilty When you’re alive there’s a price It’s no surprise. I play my part It’s time for fun! So put your hands in the air Hey you, don’t try to do something stupid Sir Hang up and give me that phone immediately Sir What the fuck were you trying to do Sir? Did you want to get us in trouble? Hah? I’m asking you a fucking question! Answer! If we don’t do this faster I’m gonna blow this motherfucker’s brains out, I mean it Hurry up! Put the money in the bag! Hostage:”Now I got the gun, that ain’t so fun So freeze your ass and drop your gun” Now you got the gun, so let the girl You don´t wanna hurt us, We´ll get outta here Hostage:”Shut up bitch! Bring the money over here! You won´t go anywhere until I say so, am I clear?” Are you ready? 1, 2, 3… run!

Bluish I don’t know which was the moment I just remember suddenly being here The body is dead, my mind is the controller All seems so bright and fast, my heart will breathe I never meant to disappear so long I had to leave, I was feeling tainted I never meant to disappear so long I left our home to try to find us something better I know big love I have to give more than hard words But if you say you’re in the game You’ll be my sick, my sweet bone breaker Say the code word, slow Stop that freaky motion, slow ‘Cause I’m fierce and sad, I’m self destruction.

Starfucker Fireworks outside the window And video game background music Accompanied our evening Instant infatuation… An awkward silence while we decided Who would make the first move He whispered in my ear: "—you should kiss Mr. Haim" I felt intimidated; I instantly blushed, Nervously giggled and smiled at him He smiled back at me; I never said a word, He said: "—let’s cut the crap" They started to touch me, and I started to touch them His eyes were blue and wide, I felt his tongue inside my mouth It tasted like sweet rose wine.

Cut It Off If you kiss me once I will kiss you twice If it’s not enough I can give you a bite If you save my day I will save your life I can color you I could live to give you my life Or I could live to ruin your life If you break my heart I will cut your eyes If you wet my eyes I will cut your throat If you make me cry I will break your bones If you ruin my smile I will burn you alive If you share your “thing” with someone else I will cut it off If you mess me up Oh! I swear to god I will color your room with your own blood.

Convince Me This is a delicate case but I’m on your side Sincerely I don’t know what to say to stop you from crying What we discuss in here doesn’t go outside I’ll never tell on you ‘cause I’m on your side I’m happy, so happy, so perfect, so fine I’m happy, so crappy; so perfect at lying No one knows a better way to fix me Than me when I play my favorite game called “Convince me” We never knew what broke inside there but we know it’s tricky Shut up. I’m the one who talks Shut up. You’re the one who sucks You don’t have to fool me! You’ve got to hold me when I’m messy You don’t have to push me! You’ve got to go and convince me.

You May Kiss the Bride I remember the letters, the chocolates, the phone calls, The first time he told me that I was the best… I remember his lips on my lips for the first time With the softness it requires to get me obsessed! I miss his arms protecting me all the time (One around my neck, one around my thigh) And the uncontainable passion at night I miss his hands touching my hair Touching my face, touching me there… Oh! I miss his way of saying goodbye And then cheering me up on the phone every night, Specially when he had to go home with his wife… Psychiatrist: “So… let me get this clear dear… the love of your life is married?” He doesn’t really love her anymore and years ago he’s been sleeping on his own. The problem is the child in between. Their marriage is exclusively and specifically only apparent, you see? He doesn’t love his wife!” P: “I see… so why are you separated right now?” The thing is… we’re just waiting for things to calm down, ‘cause little Mikey is starting to suspect… P: “Why doesn’t he tell him?” “He’s immature! P: “He has to grow!” He wouldn’t understand that daddy doesn’t love his mom! P: “Why don’t they just get divorced?” No, no! That would only shock the boy! He would hate me forever… P: “What do you feel at this point? I mean by being the lover?” I just can’t take this anymore! I feel terrible! Everything’s horrible! That is precisely the point! This is the plan: Stop being the lover and become the wife, I’ll kill the lady and become his wife. With no moral issues, I’m preparing to shoot: I will liberate him from his boring wife. And I will stop being the lover and become the wife; I’ll kill the lady and become his wife. They’ll need a caring mother, and we will love each other. Perfect! I will show him what a proper marriage is and I will stop being the lover and become the wife, I’ll kill the lady and become his wife! I’ll give my best to Mikey! At last we’ll all be happy! P: “You want to have the family that you never had! What if he never wants to marry you?” What? Of course he will, besides that is solved. You’ll see… this whole idea of Mikey and me and him is great! But I wanna have my own baby, if you know what I mean… I’m gonna stop taking the pill. P: “Oh! So then you’re gonna get pregnant and ‘force him’ to marry you?” Well it’s not that bad… Sometimes they only need a little motivation. Anyway, he´s gonna be thrilled with the idea! Picture this: She: “I have to tell you something important!” He: “Yes dear?” She: “We’re gonna have a baby!” He: “What? Are you sure?” She: “Yes! Yes! Certainly.” He: “That’s fantastic…” (No but he’s going to smile) He: “That’s fantastic!” (Then I’m gonna say) She: “So, what are we gonna do about it?” (And he’s gonna say) He: “Well… I guess it’s finally time to…” (And he’s gonna get down on his knees and he will say) He: “Would you marry me?” (And I’ll be like) She: “Oh! Are you sure? I mean your wife’s death is so very recent! Don’t you think we should wait?” He: “No! No! No! I really need you right now! This is like… what I’ve always dreamed of! You are the ‘real’ love of my life!” (And I’m gonna say) She: “Well…in that case…YES! I do! I do want to be your wife!” With a finger wave hairdo and a flapper dress, I want a classy wedding and many guests! With a great, great jazz band and they will play our song, and he will hold my hand, and we will tap dance! Shoot! Psychiatrist: “Your obsession has dragged you to this! Why should your issues affect that poor kid?! How can you imagine that love works like this?! What if he never wants to marry you?” Stop being the lover and become the wife, I’ll kill the lady and become his wife. I miss him so, so badly. He needs me to be happy. Mamma always told me: “Be the first no matter how”. And that’s why I’ll stop being the lover and become the wife; I’ll kill the lady and become his wife. I want my perfect family, my kids, my van, my darling. Without that stupid bitch we’ll have our dream life. And I will stop being the lover and become the wife; I’ll kill the lady and I´ll become his wife! My darling, my kids, what a perfect life! Without that frigid witch, I´ll always be with him. I’ll kill that stupid bitch and I will be his wife! Psychiatrist: “Your time is over.”