What's Up With Me Songtext
von Super Deluxe

What′s up with me
would you believe
i'm not exactly what i′m supposed to be
a grand cliche on holiday
from what i read i guess a dead giveaway
a reluctant dilettante
with no favorite work of art
or beloved poem that i wrote in rome or somewhere
i get every lesson a la carte
and a purple heart starved for air je parle francais while i'm away
though i never have a thing to say
what's up with me complatency
far too obvious for you to agree
an idiot savant wondering if he′s dumb or smart
struck by cupid′s arrow
or a poison dart filled with fear and how
everything might fall apart
ending at the start insincere
what's up with me

born a scorpio
my deviations on display
well i feel all wrong though i′m a-okay (so they say...)
i know better than to act this way
hell i put you on touche
what's up with me


champs elysee
suddenly she′s there
telling me that i'm to blame
je suis content
getting what i want
though i whisper the wrong name
au revoir
no small faux pas
thinking of you