After January comes April
Perhaps I am mistaken
I don't know how to finish
If I haven't started yet
You are guilty if I am
Very crazy, very disorientated
If they ask me where I am
I am in love with you
January, July, until December
I am pinned to your affection
After March comes September
My thoughts are that of a little girl
After January comes April
Perhaps I am distracted
I don't know up to where I will go
Because you've got me in love with you
You are guilty if I am
Very crazy, very disorientated
If they ask me where I am
I am in love with you
January, July, until December
I am pinned to your affection
After March comes September
My thoughts are that of a little girl
After January comes April
Perhaps I am distracted
I don't know up to where I will go
Because you've got me in love with you