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Alizee - I'm Fed Up

 - I'm Fed Up

Дата релиза 24 февраля 2003
Издана на альбоме Mes Courants Électriques (2003)


Еврохит Топ 40

Дата Место Очки Место в рейтинге
26 апреля 2003 36 5 850
3 мая 2003 37 вниз 9 817
(+33)
10 мая 2003 30 вверх 20 779
(+38)
17 мая 2003 21 вверх 40 687
(+92)
24 мая 2003 18 вверх 63 620
(+67)
31 мая 2003 18 простой 86 578
(+42)
7 июня 2003 19 вниз 108 555
(+23)
14 июня 2003 26 вниз 123 513
(+42)
21 июня 2003 32 вниз 132 503
(+10)
Наивысшая позиция - 18
Недель в хит-параде - 9
Количество очков - 132
(1804 место в общем рейтинге)

Текст песни


Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish is under me
To bathe for hours
Makes my mouth water
I’m foamely ecstatic

It’s not a problem
I lazy ‘round
Bubbly and stubborn
I lazy 'round
Melon and water
Is just a dream
It makes me wonder
Is it a sin?

Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
Bombs, you keep away from me
Today lying low
Twisting up my toes
I swim in such harmony
So what bothers me?

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up
Poor me!

Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish still under me
Delight of pleasures
Aquatic treasures
A place out of misery, my fantasy

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up
Poor me!

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up
Poor me!