Les dessous chics
Jane Birkin
Chic Underwear
Chic underwear
It's not revealing anything at all
Tell yourself that when you are at your wit's end
It's taboo
Chic underwear
It's a suspender that snaps
In the head like a pair of slaps
Chic underwear
These are terminated contracts
Who like fishnet stockings
They slipped away
Chic underwear
It is the modesty of feelings
Outrageously made up
Blood red
Chic underwear
It is keeping oneself deep inside
Fragile as a silk stocking
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It's lace and ribbons
Bitterness on a screen
Desolate
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It would be like a stiletto heel
Who would pierce the hearts of girls
