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kuroi shippo ni kiduka renaiyoni frill no suso kini suru lady

kaidan shita dareka ga hora nozoki konde miterukara

shinju kueki higashi guchi de tabako fukashi nagara yume wo miru

anata wa tada kudaranakute kikite yaku wo kyohi

gaitou vision kireta kare hora

oshii kotoshi tanjanai no? nantene

onaji kami de onaji fuku de doregadore? doretodore?

gyoen mae no BAR dekamashita fake de

kotoba takumi na kyara tsukuri no lady

tsurareta aware na sakana wa tada marui mede gyorori to niramu

uramichi roji isetan atari [MAJESTY] no ketsu ni matagaru

shibuya idou shite dougenzaka made dore doreto ajimi shite

shinkai ni oborete shizumu lady horo yoi de kuzureta make naoshi

gomen ne, hitotsu mono mousa sete “doite kudasaru kashira?”

furafura ninatte toire de hitori play

kagami ni utsutta koitsu neko kaburi

kiro nitsuite shingou akano ALTA mae

aware butte naku asagata 5 (go) toki

shinju kueki higashi guchi de tabako fukashi nagara yume wo miru

anata wa tada kudaranakute kikite yaku wo kyohi

tsugino asa mo hitori

English

A lady who minds the bottom of her frills so her black tail won’t be noticed,

’cause, see, there’s someone peering in, watching from under the stairs

You dream while smoking a cigarette at the east entrance to Shinjuku station,*

You’re just good-for-nothing, refusing to be a good listener

Look, his vision blacked out in the street

“You did something regrettable, didn’t you?”

With the same hair, the same skin,

Which is which? Which one?

At a BAR in front of the Imperial garden, among the crammed in fakes,

a lady who creates a persona skilled with words,

the pitiable fish that got hooked just ogle with round eyes

Straddling the rear end of a Majesty in the back-road alleys around Isetan,**

migrating from Shibuya to Dougenzaka, having a taste of this and that

A lady drowning and sinking to the ocean’s depths,

tipsy and fixing her crumbling make up,

Sorry, let me just say one thing “Could you move out the way?”

You get dizzy and play alone in the toilet,

The person reflected in the mirror is a wolf in sheep’s clothing,

A red traffic light in front of ALTA on the way home,***

Crying and acting miserable at 5 in the morning

You dream while smoking a cigarette at the east entrance to Shinjuku station,*

You’re just good-for-nothing, refusing to be a good listener

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