Romaji

Toukyou-pari aida wo ittari kitari shite
Junpuu manpan no nijuudai kouhan da ne
Baburii na sedai koutai no namioshi nokete
Kuraianto ni kobi uttari nanka shite

Itsumo jiko kanri daietto suimin busoku
Hanayaka na sama de atte shinda ki ni nariyatten da

Derumo tte ittara “e!” tte minna ga
Hitome oite atsukatte
Yon gonen mo mae nara sonna kanji ni
Chotto yoishireta kedo
Sabishii tte ittara zeitaku kana
Kaikaburarete itsu datte
Kokoro motoseru hito ha naku furimukeba hitorikiri

Jibun no danseikan ga kussetsu shite iru no ni
Mazakon darake no sedai wo waratte mitari
Maiban osakan na mumei jidai no tomo to
Choukyori denwa son demo kanojo ga iu ni wa
Konna koto kiite gokai shinaide yo
Shibarareru no tte kekkou kimochi ii kamo shinnai na

Ano ne kono aida futo omotta no
“Shiawase” tte tsumari nan na no yo
Kekkon deattari koi ga onna no
Subete ja nai ni shitemo
Kokoro ni pokkari aita manma no
Ana wo nani ga uzumete kureru no
Ureshii yo na kanashii yo na
Toki ni wa namida moderu

Haha no yasashiki omokage wo oikakete utau furusato no komoriuta

Derumo tte ittara “A!” tte minna ga
Mono mezurashige ni michatte
Juudai no koro wa sonna kanji wo
Hitasura yume mita kedo
Kurushii tte ittara oogesa kana
Kaikaburarete itsu datte
Kokoro akeru hito wa naku ki ga tsukeba hitorikiri oh yeah

Kono aida mata omotta no
“Shiawase” tte tsumari nan na no yo
Kodomo tsukucchaeba tte minna ga
Karui nori de iu kedo
Watashi ni totte wa shinkoku na no
Mitasarenakute itsu datte
Ureshii yo na kanashii yo na
Choppiri namida moderu oh yeah

Madamada wakai no (derumo)
Kagayaitetai no (derumo)
Watashi ga sekai no (derumo)
Suiei taikai no (orimo seifu)

Uh…da…
Da…yeah…
Uh derumo…
Ah orimo…

English

Going back and forth between Tokyo and Paris
In my late 20s, the prime of my life
A bubbly guy, crossing the gap between generations
Sucking up to clients

Always my own manager, dieting, going without sleep
Always looking cheerful, but feeling dead inside

When I say I’m a model, everyone says “Wow!”
And admire me
Four or five years ago
I was high on that kind of thing
But would it be asking too much to say I’m lonely?
It’s overrated
There’s never anybody I can depend on, when I turn around I’m alone

Though my sense of masculinity has been distorted
I laugh at this generation of mummy’s boys
Every night I make a long-distance call
To a friend of mine from when I was young and unknown
Talking to her, don't get the wrong idea
But it might not so bad to be tied down

Um, lately I’ve got to thinking
What is happiness, really?
Love and marriage
Isn’t all girls are for
But what will fill up
The big hole in my heart?
I’m happy, I’m sad
Sometimes I cry, a model

I sing a lullaby from my old town, looking for my mother’s kind face

When I say I’m a model, everyone says “Ooh!”
And looks at me curiously
When I was in my teens
I dreamed like mad about that kind of thing
But would it be whiny to say it’s hard?
It’s overrated
There’s never anyone I can open my heart to, I’ve realised I’m alone, oh yeah

Lately I thought once again
What is happiness, really?
Everyone jokes
About what if they end up with kids
But it’s serious to me
I’m never satisfied
I’m happy, I’m sad
I cry a little, a model

I’m still young (model)
I want to shine (model)
I’m the world champion (model)
Of Orimo’s Celebrity Swimming Contest*

Uh…da…
Da…yeah…
Uh, model…
Ah, Orimo…