Hmm.
Hmm.
She is addicted to the snus button
and to red wine.
She has a disgust for people
who are difficult
except me.
But she likes it.
I think no one ever
nods so nicely.
And I
think she's crazy.
Sometimes
you have a strange youth or a different kind of lack.
Look, look, look.
There she is again.
Drink,
coke,
good mood.
And I,
I'm in.
Five hours later I feel alive.
Because she,
she likes me.
I think no one ever nods so nicely.
And I
think she's crazy.
Sometimes you have a strange youth or a different kind of lack.
Love
is a murder.
Who knows how it should be.
Without reason,
unexpectedly.
She just throws me into the pink, pink grave.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Baby, baby, baby.
Baby, baby, baby.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.