Met you in a magazine
I saw you smile at me
You might have told me earlier 
That my heart was yours to be
It’s no use, my dear friend,
To call security
You [bad word] and you can hide
But I’m your destiny
It’s written in the stars of God
That I’m your missing part
No [bad word] love without a sacrifice
You know I own your heart
Now your passions and your wings
Can’t suit you [bad word] and confess your secret love
No reason to [bad word] Your whole life will be rearranged
That’s what I’m here to prove
I know you’re ready for the change
I saw that curtain move
Chez Clerambault
Zicotic randez-vous 
Chez Clerambault
Obsession Avenue