I a trip to Mexico, with a pretty girl, who feels so alone but before that, I'll tell you about a western girl and and guy He drives his blue old Citroen, he is the next superman She never the countryside, she loves big cities - they are so full of life
She said: What is the point of being shy when you are not the kind of guy Why don't we try to He looked at her and could not concentrate He will go with the lads again, she goes to fancy parties with rich men She feels like submarine, my favourite is aubergine
Will their lives meet again, nobody knows, we are just beings He still his blue Citroen, he wants to be like Kurt Cobain I wanted trip to Mexico, instead of this I to Istanbul Recorded songs with friends of mine, we drank a lot, it was really fun
What is going your head? I don't 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 yourself and tell me what the is going on
Tell me baby where I 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 going to my entire life thinking of what you to tell me with your philosophical gibberish What is into your mind, I'm not going to spend my entire life thinking of what you want to me with your philosophical lies, just tell me what's all about