526
Just think – of where we were 1 year ago
Now I congratulate to myself 'cause I know I count for her
What kind of genius is that? What genuine kindness is that?
Drunk at the wheel of my life, now I'm out from rehab
After being guided by her singing voice
My driver now is that same voice... but speaking
And all these places I have seen a thousand times
I see them all now, with brand new eyes
Her smile is like
Delighting dresses
They show some, but
Suggest so many things
I guess that a broken bed is
A proof of intense liking
She's sexomaniac, mind-reading
Can't wait til she comes back, again
She's so whoresome, my Queen of boredom, yeah
I wanna wake up to the sound of her piano, again
Surprised to say that I never missed her sent cause
I never washed the shirt of mine she wore
Father forgive me for the bathroom... Oh and:
Seeing ourselves in the kickdrum, we touched the moon
I can feel something
Under my fingers
The result of
A simple look
I guess that a broken bed is
A proof of intense liking
She's sexomaniac, mind-reading
Can't wait til she comes back, again
She's so whoresome, my Queen of boredom, yeah
I wanna wake up to the sound of her piano, again
The only useful thing she did with dolls back then
Was to make them have sex with her brother's action man
My cup was half-empty, now it's full
I'm gonna drink it all with her...
She's sexomaniac, mind-reading
Can't wait 'til she comes back, again
She's so whoresome, my Queen of boredom, yeah
I wanna wake up to the sound of her piano
Now I congratulate to myself 'cause I know I count for her
What kind of genius is that? What genuine kindness is that?
Drunk at the wheel of my life, now I'm out from rehab
After being guided by her singing voice
My driver now is that same voice... but speaking
And all these places I have seen a thousand times
I see them all now, with brand new eyes
Her smile is like
Delighting dresses
They show some, but
Suggest so many things
I guess that a broken bed is
A proof of intense liking
She's sexomaniac, mind-reading
Can't wait til she comes back, again
She's so whoresome, my Queen of boredom, yeah
I wanna wake up to the sound of her piano, again
Surprised to say that I never missed her sent cause
I never washed the shirt of mine she wore
Father forgive me for the bathroom... Oh and:
Seeing ourselves in the kickdrum, we touched the moon
I can feel something
Under my fingers
The result of
A simple look
I guess that a broken bed is
A proof of intense liking
She's sexomaniac, mind-reading
Can't wait til she comes back, again
She's so whoresome, my Queen of boredom, yeah
I wanna wake up to the sound of her piano, again
The only useful thing she did with dolls back then
Was to make them have sex with her brother's action man
My cup was half-empty, now it's full
I'm gonna drink it all with her...
She's sexomaniac, mind-reading
Can't wait 'til she comes back, again
She's so whoresome, my Queen of boredom, yeah
I wanna wake up to the sound of her piano
Credits
Writer(s): David Caraccio, Fantin Florian Moreno, Damien Phillot
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