My girl is a super model
She's in the magazine
Naked in a middle of a sea tank
With public enemies
I was biking in the allee
where my friends are playing hockey
they ask are you going to the party
That venus' sons are making
But the sun is never showing up
Would you trust me if i say wake up
Should we hide in the basement of our house
Should we Vine it with the phone of Rox
Leaving in bxl city
Don't forget to buy a woolen jersey
Getting cold rainy and windy
Swinging by, we'll order sushi
My friends are super nice peeps
There's making love movies
Busted in a meeting of sa punks
Taking artistic selfies
I was biking in the allee
where my friends are playing hockey
they ask are you going to the party
That venus' sons are making
But the sun is never showing up
Would you trust me if i say wake up
Should we hide in the basement of our house
Should we Vine it with the phone of Rox
Rox Rox Rox Roxanne
MAKE IT HAPPEN
I have plenty of ideas, plenty of ideas, plenty of ideas, plenty of ideas
Plenty of ideas but nowhere to make it happen
And if i show you my intuition,
I know you'll still it without emotion
The world is cruel when you don't know how to be surrounded
And I am making a cafe, making a cafe, making a cafe, making a cafe
I challenge cardiologist with my bpm heart
And I am full of love for the entire world
I feel up and down like a giant curve
I could win a grand slam, sliding 88 miles,
A ski championship with no fear to die
Also I am attracted by you
Linking dots in a summer book
To get an idea of the bigger drawing
A device convertor for bitter feelings
But the coffe is boiling over,
I loose every precious hours,
Hypnotized by the stupidest screen
With the photo I took of your triple chin
I have plenty of ideas, plenty of ideas, plenty of ideas, plenty of ideas
Plenty of ideas but nowhere to make it happen
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Lyrics submitted by De La Montagne.