My best friend forever had
a driven interest in identifying
the great american 
arousal disorder, and green eyes.

First it was tout simplement
"La Philosophie Dans Le Boudoir"
but if hysteria leads you on (on, on, on, on)
it is no picnic to know who you are.

The first time we met it was a blast
at the "Fray Bernardino Álvarez".
Blue lipstick and weird fake moustache.
Said: "Turn around and take your panties down".
D-d-d-d-down, d-d-d-d-down, d-d-d-d-down.
D-d-d-d-down, d-d-d-d-down, d-d-d-d-down.

Call her by her [bad word] name:
Her name is Bouffée Delirante.

Look into her [bad word] eyes,
her gaze is sweet and mesmerizing,
her logic so disorganizing,
her gaze is [bad word] paralyzing!

Her name is Borderline Personality Disorder.
She came because I called her,
she came because I called her.

Look into her [bad word] eyes,
her gaze is sweet and paralyzing,
her logic so disorganizing,
but folies à deux ain't everlasting!

Her name is Dissociative Identity Disorder.
She came because I called her,
she came because I called her.

The last time we met was pretty sad;
at some step-down unit, as announced
The poor thing was missing her left hand
but she hadm't noticed it! C'est la belle indifférence,
C'est la belle indifférence!
C'est la belle indifférence!
C'est la belle indifférence!
C'est la belle indifférence!

Belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence (la belle indifférence)
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence (la belle indifférence)
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La belle indifférence
La belle indifférence
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