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