Variety
| taikutsu ni akitaranai LADY zen tate o machi noumen haku ga sanu MEN ekimae e otoshita PRIDE kyouran no machi gyuujiru no wa, DJ “meiwaku wa kakenu you ni” to, kyouiku o uketeiru jibun “teshio kakerareta henpou o” to, kui shibaru ha ga surihetteiku manzoku suru koto wa nai LADY kaikou shidai fuman o afuresasu MEN ooyoso binetsu motsu CITY nippon no miyako wa sou koko, TOKYO sonzai no futashikasa o daisansha ni utsusu jibun midomo ni mitometa kattou o iya oshiku omou no wa tousui ka dochira demo ii saa STRIKE-UP no-one knows you, no-one knows me. dare hitori watashi o shitte wa inai no-one knows you, no-one knows me. koyoi haji o sarase geijutsu ni akitaranai LADY fuuzoku dake de wa kouka shinaku natta MEN iwayuru ADULT na ECSTASY shoudou o unagasu no wa imadoki, MUSIC kairaku o oboeru no ni rinku shinai ishi o nikutai iroke no shikake wa kantan de enjuku to gijutsu to sainou yo manyuaru wa nai mou SHOW-TIME i don’t know you, you don’t know me. watashi-tachi hitotsu mo kankei nai i don’t know you, you don’t know me. koyoi majiwaritai sugoku kimochi ii saa STRIKE-UP is this right? no. is this wrong? no. kotae nado hitotsu mo hosshite inai is this right? no. Is this left? no. koyoi o norikonase aa kimochi ii mou STRIKE-UP is this right? yes. is this wrong? yes. fumie nara ikutsumo hosshite inai is this right? yes. Is this left? yes. koyoi majiwaritai |
A lady unsatisfied by boredom Men who won’t take off their faded masks waiting to stand up from the table Pride lost in front of the station DJs controlling the frenzies of the nation Educating ourselves with, “So I’m not any trouble” Our teeth getting worn down from gritting them with, “Could you please pass the salt” A lady of no satisfaction Men whose open mouths overflow with complaints A city with basically a slight fever The capital of Japan is, yes, this very Tokyo The uncertainty of existences our selves project to strangers Is it intoxication to think fondly of the troubles we’ve observed? Anyone’s fine Now, strike-up No one knows you, no one knows me. No one knows me No one knows you, no one knows me. Expose your shame tonight A lady unsatisfied by the arts Men who no longer want manners alone to cause them to harden The so-called adult ecstasy The music we’re making now is what gets us off Will and body are not linked up in remembering pleasure The trick of sex appeal is simply maturity and skill and talent There’s no manual It’s showtime already I don’t know you, you don’t know me. You don’t have a single connection to us I don’t know you, you don’t know me. I want our paths to cross tonight Really feels so good Now, strike-up Is this right? No. Is this wrong? No. I don’t want a single answer Is this right? No. Is this left? No. Manage tonight Oh, feels so good Strike-up already Is this right? Yes. Is this wrong? Yes. If you hesitate, I don’t want any of it Is this right? Yes. Is this left? Yes. I want our paths to cross tonight |
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