Renée Falconetti of Orléans

Did you notice how using Lacan
The camera is mirrored?
That being saint has nothing to do
With being sage, right?

Renée, Renée
The camera is a mirror
But mine, not yours (Bring the light closer)

For a hundred days, you are a virgin
Or a young boy
You are not sure; I'm never sure
Innocence is just too kinky, isn't it?
Your hair is too short and your face is too big
Too close to be anybody (Anybody)

It is an act of love
He enters you through your body
His voice is an act of love
His eyes through you like holy water

He says, he says, "Live bare and barely
Live bare and barely, barely for me"
Live like an act of love
An act of love

Let us into you like holy water
Unholy holy water
You can't even hold down holy water
You open your mouth, bulimia of burning
Bulimia of burning

You throw yourself up
The nose, the calves, the brows
The thighs, the cheekbones, the cheekbones, the hands
I bend down to throw myself up
The philtrum, the torso, the eyelids
The forearms, the tongue, the breasts, the upper chest
The face, the face, the face, the face
Your face, my face, the face, my face
Your face, my face, your face, the face
Your face, my face