LYRICS

Do you admit your envy directly,
every night with you to see.
By my measure and the sample is taken,
lips and hands know them well.

Feel greeted raise a toast to you and me,
hundred years more so to the top.
not night and not two, and a hundred at least,
want with my dream man these three things .

Do you admit outright crazy,
eyes close and you imagine.
I love smelling man to me,
lips and hands burn on me.