Text: Arno. Brussld. The Most Beautiful Mademoiselle.

Alone with her cats and a glass of wine in her hand,
Husband in the bar, girls out shopping,
Her son watching the latest TV band

She was once the prettiest mademoiselle
Of the neighbourhood
She was once the prettiest mademoiselle
Of the neighbourhood

She was known for hanging out on the cultural scene
Her body was one of the local tourist attractions

She was once the prettiest mademoiselle
Of the neighbourhood
She was once the prettiest mademoiselle
Of the neighbourhood
Yeah !
She was once the prettiest mademoiselle
Of the neighbourhood

Talking to oneself is like swimming
Every moment you can drown
A broken heart, lost dreams
A life fucked up

She was once the prettiest mademoiselle
Of the neighbourhood
She was once the prettiest mademoiselle
Of the neighbourhood

(Merci a Sylvain pour cettes paroles)