I don't know what you want, but if I could go back to 2004 2005, 2010, how much easier is it to count? I don't know if you like it or not, I can't understand it I don't know if you like it or not, we haven't seen each other since 2004 2005, tell me if you like it or not, I can't understand you What are you saying? Do you want to understand it? I understand that there are ways to say it, I feel A little better if I stand, I don't stand and then I turn Then I take a walk and I stand, but what, what, what were you saying? I put myself in situations where right after I cry, I become What I wanted was different, I feel a little better and then worse I see myself appearing in different ways, and then disappearing forever Ways of doing or being, do it for yourself I don't know what you want, but if I could go back to 2004 2005, we went to the third, you did the fifth Tell me if you like it or not, I can't understand it I don't know if you like it or not, we haven't seen each other since 2004 2005, tell me if you like it or not, I can't understand you The sense is a reproductive function We played in parallel and now in cooperative But not even for an hour, I think all my life It's a shame in Rome not to do the Parisian I don't know what else to invent And I'm only 21 Bitch, but if you want to stay, try to calm down I don't know how to talk, I don't know how to behave Bitch, but if you want to stay, try to kill me Don't trust me, if you don't know anything about me Honey, if you leave me, I'll become a delinquent And you listen to that song again From 2005, maybe 2009 I don't know what you want, but if I could go back to 2004 2005, we went to the third, you did the fifth Tell me if you like it or not, I can't understand you It was for your heart, we haven't seen each other since 2004 2005, tell me if you like it or not, I can't understand you I'm a racist with simple people Or maybe I envy you If you don't know one of the Rolling Stones You can't talk about the Beatles If I didn't love you, I didn't prostitute myself And I didn't delete Tinder And I didn't pretend to pretend, a tongue-tier I don't know what you want, but if I could go back to 2004 Before Christ, when we were naked, it was all objective