It was a strange place and a tender age, I was just a babe in school,
Saw them roll their eyes at me everytime that I thought that I was cool,
Well, uh, God knows, I was no chosen one, that just wasn't my prime,
Yeah, it's just matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time.
And I will work this body, I will burn this flame,
Oh, in the dead of night and in the pouring rain,
Yeah, I'm a workaholic and I swear, I swear,
Yeah, and one day I will beat you fair and square.
Show me what you got,
Work this body on the floor,
Just who do you think you are?
C'mon, meet me on the court!
Que ferais-tu?
Putain, je ne sais pas!
It ain't no matter of «if», honey, it's just a matter of «when»,
Ah, some Sunday when it's my face in the newspaper again,
All the rag magazines, black limousines, they'll be getting in line,
Yeah, it's just a matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time.
And I will work this body, I will burn this flame,
Oh, in the dead of night and in the pouring rain,
Yeah, I'm a workaholic and I swear, I swear,
Yeah, and one day I will beat you fair and square.
Show me what you got,
Work this body on the floor,
Just who do you think you are?
C'mon, meet me on the court!
Que ferais-tu?
Putain, je ne sais pas!
Ne vient pas pleurer
Vers moi…
And I will work this body, I will burn this flame,
Oh, in the dead of night and in the pouring rain,
Yeah, I'm a workaholic and I swear, I swear,
Yeah, and one day I will beat you fair and square.
And I will work this body, I will burn this flame,
Oh, in the dead of night and in the pouring rain,
Yeah, I'm a workaholic and I swear, I swear,
Yeah, and one day I will beat you fair and square,
Yeah!