Is it for you I do this strip-tease?
What do you want me to tell you, please?
One by one, day by day
My illusions go away
Every night, it's another autumn
Discarding my leaves is utter boredom
And all this, for what, for whom?
Is it for them or for you?
If it's for you that I am disrobing
It’s for me to tell you that despite coping
Between you and me, you’re just
A voyeur, a little bit rough
But these are only my wild dreams
From my mouth down to my stocking seams
‘Cause not even you, nobody
Will lay their hands upon me.
Here then is the end of the strip-tease
Intoxicates you, objectifies me.
Here is the flesh mannequin
Her clothing strewn at the scene
However if I am completely naked
I keep my soul innocent - I can’t fake it
I stay the same in each pose
Simply without any clothes