Mademoiselle
Mademoiselle hangs with the boys in the band you know she's
Takin everything in the palm of her hand now
Madamoiselle she's on the fast track to superstardom
She makes no concessions, apologies, or pardons (woah no)
mademoiselle she's always dressed so sharp you know
she'll poke out your eyeballs, make coleslaw out of your heart
well your not her kind of guy; a bouncer man______
all these piddly little punks are what she really hates
she's stepping out onto the club circuit tonight
she's leaving in a limousine, she bites her nails out of spite
mademoiselle is going to be all right
mademoiselle she got her best gig she could you know she's
a model in a fetish show, gonna pay her bills for good.
On the inside she's a little girl, still sick and dreaming
Getting screwed by popular dudes, soon they're getting bored and leaving
she's stepping out onto the club circuit tonight
leaving in her own damn car, she's snorting coke out of spite
mademoiselle is going to be all right.
Few years down the road to the old crowd she's quickly becoming
A sick joke and the up and coming are dressed their best; they could care less
And they're not looking forward to the boredom that's the goal they're all moving towards.
Well, she's stepping out onto the club circuit tonight
She's leaving in a taxi cab, the tears blur in the traffic lights
Madamoiselle is going to be all right
All right
thanks Sobie for helping me out with these