Just give me three minutes,
I have to think, think a bit.
if I am ready for you
or are there two of you
I am sorry
I have to think about it a bit.
Why I never show
you what I feel, I am cold,
but you know that I don't want to talk about it.
Why can't I
- damn it,
why can't I live with or without you?
She is pretty,
she is nice,
I would say she is almost too perfect,
she is cool, she has style,
some would say she keeps it real,
she says what's on her mind,
her temperament is what drives her, but every day the same fight about some shit,
and everything just goes in a circle.
The shit comes up again,
I wonder why, dude are you really that stupid?
Do you have the same level of stress with all the other chicks?
Is it just me, or is she also a part of this?
I ask myself,
is this shit really worth it, the smallest thing sets her up, and she starts to freak out again.
She looks at me,
says she loves me, expecting a response
and I the idiot I am, reply:
Give me three minutes, I have to think about it for a bit, just a bit.
I have to think about if I'm ready for you, or is there two of you.....