Renée Falconetti of Orléans

Did you notice how beautiful colored eyes are? Have I been saved? Don't know what to do; are we being saved? 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 Like holy, holy water It gone deep and hold down, holy water You open your mouth: believe me of burning Believe me of burning You throw yourself off the nose, the clothes, the bruise The things, the cheekbones, the cheekbones, the hands I'm been down to throw myself off 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 The face, my face