Blow Up (Fred Berthet Remix) - Kid Francescoli

Each night I wake up in heat

How do you want me to find sleep?

Your walk is my TV show

I don't need more, I don't need blow

We don't cook and we don't fix

Summer wine is all we need

Seven glasses in a row

We don't need more, we don't need blow

Rules of the game:

To help you find the girl you aim

She loves pain and she loves sugar

She loves kisses, she loves hazard

As Alice she takes a pill, as a ghost, she haunts the field

In the steam her finger draws

Something smiling, I do not know

Tic tac, tic tac the end is near

When winter comes, she disappears

One means two, boy, dont miss the train

You are warned, youre not to blame

Red, yellow, blue, a dancing girl in front of you

Another thing you cannot see

Read the book and follow me

I'm in New York and I'm fine

I've got your love and peace of mind

Playing on my pillow drums

And sleeping on your pillow butt

We don't cook and we don't fix

Summer wine is all we need

Seven glasses in a row

We don't need more, we don't need blow

We don't need more, we don't need blow

When winter comes, she disappears