French Blonde ​joe p

[Intro]
Ah, je suis vraiment frustrée, le label fait rien pour m'aid-

[Verse 1]
I'm a dead animal (Heh)
You're used to seeing my guts
You see me lying on the street
And just drive right over me
While you're putting on your makeup
I'm the next holiday
I'm your team down by six
I'm all your meals at once
A French blonde with Sunday brunch
Mouth full, talking politics
But we should all do this again next week

[Chorus]
It's broken in pieces
But here comes another one
It's staining your teeth, but
We'll buy you whiter ones
Ah!

[Verse 2]
I wish that I was more original
Or maybe I am, but I won't ever know
But I need to hеar it from someone elsе
Because I wouldn't believe myself
I'm not a star, I'm just the next John Doe
You practice shooting your gun
You hit the bullseye every time
And no one would guess
From the way that you dress
That there's a blazer under your suit and tie
But I'm so happy we can all be friends