Beau

Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps dehors
Il y a rien de plus beau
Feels like I'm made out of clay
Feels like the gods have been molding me for six nights and seven days
I don't move
I don't stray

Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps dehors, il y a rien de plus beau
Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps dehors, il y a rien de plus beau

Feels like le mois de juillet
Feels like I'm wading in concrete
Dance gotta warn you my feet won't obey

I won't move
I won't stray
Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps dehors, il y a rien de plus beau

Don't call me Moses'cause my beards
I'm holding tablets doctor says three times a day
I'm not your Darwin get this monkey off my back
Just show me the phone cause I'm calling for cocktails
Feels like its starting to rain
Feels like I'm melting and molten
Wicked witch hand it to you at least you caused pain
Think high gotta gotta fly

Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps, il y a rien de plus beau