(feat. Chantal Claret) This is my vindication With a little decoration No need to keep you waitin' (nahnahnahnah) (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap) Be intimidated By what we have created Kiss underneath the radaaaaaaaaar (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap) I got myself a fuckin' life Dressed up in evening wear I dress myself in fuckin' lies I don't care Make-up won't help me oblige too much It's not faaa-air To be compared to you-ou-ou [x2] To be compared to (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba) (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Be-be-be bap-ba-ba-ba-da-da-da) Just call me "Mr. Modest" I got it and I flaunt it You can applaud if you wanna (nahnahnahnah) (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap) Cock-blockin' non-stoppin' When this ass is a-rockin' Do not come a-knockin' (nahnahnahnah) (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap) I got myself a fuckin' life Dressed up in evening wear I dress myself in fuckin' lies I don't care Make-up won't help me oblige too much It's not faaa-air To be compared to you-ou-ou [x2] To be compared to (You-ou-ou baaa ba-ba-bap) (Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba) (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Be-be-be bap-bap-bada-da-bap) Everybody wants to join the club Once you join the club, the innocence is gone Everybody wants to be the bomb But once you are the bomb, the innocence is gone Everybody wants a big ol' slice Of a little pie, the innocence is gone Everybody wants in [x2] Everybody wants I got myself a fuckin' life Dressed up in evening wear I dress myself in fuckin' lies Guess what? I don't care Make-up won't help me oblige too much It's not faaair Dressed down until I disappear But I won't do it alo-o-one No I won't do it alo-o-one Oh I won't do it alooone Bap-bap-bada-da-bap Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Be-be-be bap-bap-bada-da-bap) (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Yay-hey-hey) (OOH)