On every desk1you write like a poetic
That you just fell a little to me
You secretly put an idea to mailbox
Let's go out!
And for one my smile you compose songs
Loving ones
I feel your sight
You are allowed to do it all
But you are wrong in
What do you know about me
What do you know about me
What do you know about me
What do you know yeah yeah yeah about me
I get up as the first of the last ones
I loose my keys
I like playing childlike games
I have stupid days
There are moments when I wanna stand in a corner
With no words!
Maybe I accept mistakes
I'm bad opponent
So understand it too
You write messages (on paper) to me - you are allowed to do it all
But you are wrong in - What do you know about me
What do you know about me
What do you know about me
What do you know yeah yeah yeah about me
What do you know about me
What do you know about me
What do you know yeah yeah yeah about me
1. desk in school