Got this gold fish spinning in my head
With a charmy shape, fresh baby
Spinning around, no ways to find it dead
Inside my tank full of gasoline
About to set fire, desire
It hurts to much to be matu-sure-hore
To turn this feeling into goose-bump-bump-bump
And tap my chest hard whilst mantring
“ I must remember myself”
Guess this is the price of la-la-love
My sweet fish, taking slow without a mask is hard
You’ve opened my book to the point
I'm scared to tear your pages in bed
I strangely feel like Ive got time for that
Part of me wants to say all is a lie
The other one wants you close to me
The hob is broken and the fire is on
Can I play with this kiss kiss kiss
Or is it a weird weird feeling
That gives me that flying fly
I feel like I'm talking ti someone who don't want to listen to me which is not true
On my chest I fell a solid soil
That my parents weren’t ready to built
The hob is broken the fire is on, my skull is full in gasoline where you swim
So lets burn with forgiveness
And build with new a melted smile
From every morning when I hear your voice
Your see your words through your picture
I just want to sleep with you, feels your uivar on your dreams
I haven’t seen you since last week
Why does it feel like last century ?
reference - Lily Allen - my god