Heartthrobs’ Coquette

The moon just hid,
she took offence,
it’s not my fault
you’re a superstar,
oops, satellite,
Lady Cliché,
my tongue just slipped,
très désolée.
Cheers to Astolfo,
is he still there?
Tell something riveting,
I want to know
how you were born
and how long ago.
Why don’t you show
your own dark side?
What do you hide?
Something obscene?
Wish I could see
ton côté interdit.