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Intro

Darling, darling, doesn’t have a problem.

Lying to herself ’cause her liquor’s top shelf.

It’s alarming, honestly, how charming she can be.

Fooling everyone telling how she’s having fun.

She says, “You don’t want to be like me.

Don’t want to see all the things I’ve seen.”

I’m dying, I’m dying.

She says, “You don’t want to get this way,

Famous and dumb at an early age.”

Lying, I’m lying.

Chorus

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen.

She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes.

She laughs like God, her mind’s like a diamond.

Audiotune lies. She’s still shining

Like lightning, ooh-ooh, white lightning.

Carmen, Carmen, staying up till morning.

Only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean.

It’s alarming, truly, how disarming you can be.

Eating soft ice cream, Coney Island queen.

She says, “You don’t want to be like me,

Looking for fun, getting high for free.”

I’m dying, I’m dying.

She says, “You don’t want to get this way,

Street walk at night and a star by day.”

It’s tiring, tiring.

Chorus

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen.

She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes.

She laughs like God, her mind’s like a diamond.

Audiotune lies. She’s still shining

Like lightning, ooh-ooh, white lightning.

Baby’s all dressed up with nowhere to go.

That’s the little story of the girl you know.

Relying on the kindness of strangers,

Tying cherry knots, smiling, doing party favours.

Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on.

Sing your song, song, now the camera’s on.

And you’re alive again

Mon amour, je sais que tu m'aimes aussi,

Tu as besoin de moi,

Tu as besoin de mon dans ta vie.

Tu ne peux plus vivre sans moi

Et je mourrais sans toi.

Je tuerais pour toi.

Chorus

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen.

She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes.

She laughs like God, her mind’s like a diamond.

Audiotune lies. She’s still shining

Like lightning, ooh-ooh, white lightning.

Like lightning, ooh-ooh, white lightning.

Darling, darling, doesn’t have a problem.

Lying to herself ’cause her liquor’s top shelf.