Don't Stop There

She said: 'Wherever you've come from
But that is not what I expect to see'
And you are trying to impress
But your attempts seem to be trenching the sea

She glanced a glamorous café
And she's already on her way to there
Sat down: now you can see her riding-breeches
And you've shouted: 'Honey, that's not fair

But don't stop there!'
Go!

'Cause I'm on the verge

She drives the oldest retro-car
And she is not supposed to change the way
You are on a passenger seat
A navigator to avoid delays!

You know she is in use of you
As if you're meaningless and little cog
You are the only one who knows
That both of you will crash, but you just shrug

And you still shout 'Don't stop there, girl'

'Cause I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge again
Shake it, mama

'Cause I'm on the verge



Credits
Writer(s): Yevhen Nehoda
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