LYRICS

Look in the mirror, see your blue eyes,
but calling your cell phone, your wife they follow.
How nice touch me, and my wife still ringing,
wants me to be with you throughout night and in the morning.

Chorus: (x2)
Aide Vanche sladuranche you come with me now,
grandfather Poppe cell phone off until morning.

But the dream quickly ended my husband came,
and my wife still angry that the salon has sat. (x2)

Chorus: (x2)

Well I with you, but someone following us,
‘ll fly far away to be with you alone. (x2)

Aide Vanche sladuranche you come with me now,
no, no I can give up going with you until morning. (x2)