I Love You, Ich Liebe Dich, Je T’aime

The city is falling asleep but we are not, we are not
So ably hide our pain that either wants to be in our spot
The bartender recognizes me by order of "top-model" shot
Nobody wants to love an ordinary person in us, no doubt

She screams: "Be my little rock'n'roll queen"
To the beat of the nightclub song
It's 5 a.m. and I'm dialing the only number signed as "do not call"
Our red hair smells of my gucci "guilty"
Cigarettes and someone's eau de cologne
Her long nails count my ribs and my dance is a sign to go on (go on)

I wake up in another bed, but not in yours, not in yours
This room smells like vanilla candles and champagne
I leave my number on the bedside table and get off
I know that I won't come back here again, not again

The subway has not opened yet and I'm wandering the streets
Hoping to find the love street where you probably moved
Cigarette is my only friend at this dawn gloaming
Not counting feelings that never got a chance to be proved

She screams: "Be my little rock'n'roll queen"
To the beat of the nightclub song
It's 5 a.m. and I'm dialing the only number signed as "do not call"
My red hair smells of my gucci "guilty"
Cigarettes and someone's eau de cologne
Her long nails count my ribs and my dance is a sign to go on (go on)

My red lips tastes of blood, tequila, lemon and regrets
I'm acting fool like I don't get what made her so upset
She reminds me of our plans to be together from dusk till dawn
My laid-back look count her sparkling tears
And it's a sign to break it down