He had a short blond hair
Not as cute as his beard
Sleepy green eyes
And delightful and touchful skin

He appeared in the middle of nothing
Bringing me wine and some sounds of his
And I always felt myself tough
Began to laugh at every shit

But you know
Some cigarettes are not that bad
When we are trying to chat
It is not about any patters
I mean
You're so

I wanna take of clothes
Maybe hurt you some times
I don't want you being late anymore
At least in my mind

Funny socks with small stripes in black
Not as cute as his briefs
And I never cared about nothing
Began to wait for every sign

As we know
Some cigarettes are not that bad
When we trying to chat
It is not about any patters
I mean
You’re so

Plaid shirt, subtle hands
Not as cute as his smile
Living up stairs

Couldn’t you be here

Right know
Right know
Right know
Right know