Paroles: Miss Kittin. Allergic.

Batteries exhausted but emotionally charged
The whole world can hear me as I think too loud
Unlucky in gambling, unlucky in love
Time to remote my velvet glove

Allergic
Allergic

I meditate in public day and night
As my positive thinking is on strike
Ego scratched under the sole of my sneaker
Feel like falling asleep with my head in the speaker

I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself

This is a free train station philosophy
Pain and compassion are on sale lately
It's okay to say, "It's all wrong"
I got my first class one way ticket to the dawn

I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself

Allergic
Allergic

Allergic
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself
I'm allergic to myself