Call presumed
For
We make it look like you're two people
Tell me, who am I talking to?
If you're the one who hates me,
who's the one who wants me?
To my silly daddy, without anything but love
Who else will tell you?
We have a bipolar love
This in bed will be fixed, I'm not
sitting around
Your movement
Among all the positions I invent
We
end up happy
But I know that tomorrow it will change
and that's why I'm going to use it now
You see me well when I love you now
By dry message, but when it gets wet
You forget that you are two people Two people,
a bad one,
a good one
One night you give yourself to me,
the next day you stop me
You sweeten me and poison me,
empty me and fill me A saint,
a obscene,
a white devil in the face
You see me well when I love you now By dry message,
but when it gets wet
You forget that you are two people