Mon Laferte - 1:30 (Live)

Music: https://ml.lnk.to/FemmeFatale Lyrics: After masturbating for an hour I thought about the multitude of faked orgasms What a damn failure What a slut to deserve this punishment I crawled to the bread and egg and shed a couple of tears I thought about the Industrial Revolution "What a change in social structure," the history teacher said While I rubbed One Hundred Love Sonnets between my legs Mechanized, no one was ever more of a driving force than me at my desk Back then, my epilogues stretched out Drooling from me, pragmatic like waves In those years, I was the commander I rode my own flesh with militarized authority "Caravan of death," they said on TV And I was dying to join the carnival That the history teacher had under his pants He knew it quite well From the shadow in the khaki, I was the President I better stop thinking about the nectar and stick to the bread with egg "What common food for this luxury hotel," I thought What a fucking illness this anxiolytic is I depended on him so much that, in the earring, I asked him to come inside I had more fun when I was mugged And yes, I returned to the vice, with a drumroll I better get dressed "This isn't making love," I thought It's more like heavy metal Every man I slept with Has fallen in love with her and woken up with me But the day I die The day I die I'll go first class And they'll have a party of wailing Because they'll finally see me with white eyes It will be a magnanimous wedding My father and my pedophiles will be there And millions with daddy issues will sprout from the sky I have a coffee, suddenly it rains But not with the desire I want This mediocrity in the humidity reminds me of her good morning kisses My climate My favorite is sex Speaking of genitalicides I composed a song about the complicated external relationships Of a woman in the everyday reality of abuse Me as an immorally diplomatic addition in the main verse While I cried While I cried While I cried While I remembered While I blamed myself I declared I vomited, as if such an act would cleanse my groin I washed 158 times with soap and holy water There were 158 stabs, I felt them while he breathed on the back of my neck I think it lasted about a minute and a half But it felt like a whole death The next day, I went to school I undid the hem of my uniform I had bread with jam for breakfast In history class they talked about the Conquest Mon Laferte: Instagram:   / monlaferte   Tik Tok:   / monlaferte   Facebook:   / monlaferte   X:https://x.com/monlaferte #MonLaferte #130 Official Live Video by Mon Laferte performing 1:30.(C) 2026 Sony Music Entertainment US Latin LLC