Renée Falconetti of Orléans - Jenny Hval

Did you notice how beautiful colored eyes mirror?

has nothing to do with being

Renée, Renée

The camera is a mirror, but mine, not yours

For a hundred days you are a virgin or a young boy

You are not sure;

I’m never sure

Innocence it’s just too kinky, isn’t it!

Your hair is too short and your face is too big

Too close to be anybody (anybody)

It is an act of love

He enters you through your body

His voice is an act of love

His eyes through you like holy water

He says, he says «live bare and barely;

Live bare and barely, barely for me»

Live like an act of love

An act of love

Let it sing to you like holy water

On holy, holy water

It gone deep and hold down, holy water

You open your mouth: bulimia of burning

Bulimia me of burning

You throw yourself up the nose, the clothes, the bruise

The thighs, the cheekbones, the cheekbones, the hands

I’m been down to throw myself up

The philtrum, the torso, the eyelids, the forearms, the tongue, the breasts,

the upper chest

The face, the face, the face, the face

Your face, my face, the face, my face

Your face, my face, your face, the face

Your face, my face