I want a trip to Mexico, with a pretty girl, who feels so but before that, tell you about a western girl and and Bulgarian guy He drives his old Citroen, he is the next international superman She never the countryside, she loves big cities - they are so full of life
She said: is the point of being shy when you are not the modern kind of guy Why don't we try to celebrate? He looked at her and could not He will go with the lads again, she goes to fancy parties with rich men She feels like submarine, my vegetable is aubergine
their lives meet again, nobody knows, we are just human beings He still drives his blue Citroen, he wants to be like Cobain I wanted to Mexico, instead of this I went to Istanbul Recorded with friends of mine, we drank a lot, it was really really fun
What is going through your head? I understand what you really want, can you comprehend the fact I am not sure you say any more What is your mind, you don't have to experiment with my life it sounds obscene I know, but why don't you undress and tell me what the fuck is going on
me baby where I went wrong, tell me something stupid I'll never want to know Tell me what I to be, tell me everything you think about me
What is into your mind, I'm not to spend my entire life thinking of what you want to tell me with your gibberish What is into your mind, I'm not going to spend my entire thinking of what you want to tell me with your philosophical lies, just tell me what's all about