Paris Combo

I’m a moth
I cling to my friends
To get the the best rays of light
The ones that stick to your skin

I’m shining! Oh! look…I’m shining!
I’m burning! Oh! look …I’m burning!

I want Lux
I’m not Robin Hood
I love the black light of Wood
I want to be seen in the woods
Playing the oud, playing the oud

I’m not very bright
Neither glow-worm, nor coleoptera
I just want to rub my backside
In the light of a street-lamp

I’m shining! Oh! look…I’m shining!
I’m burning! Oh! look …I’m burning!

Although I see clearly that
The light does nothing for my complexion
I’d die for a dream born of Adam and Eve