And yet I forgot about you,
how I did it, I don’t know.
A real reason doesn’t exist,
she was beautiful, yet.
A dip where the water is bluer,
nothing more.
What desperation
is borne out of a distraction!
She was a fling,
she was not a fire.
Don’t cry, you silly fool
with the copper-green hair.
It’s just a fling
and not a fire.
You know that I love you,
I truly love you!
And yet I forgot about you,
I didn’t say no to her.
I made you cry so much because
I am a brute, I know.
A dip where the water is bluer,
nothing more.
But what desperation
is borne out of a distraction!
She was a fling,
she was not a fire.
Don’t cry, you silly fool
with the copper-green hair.
It’s just a fling
and not a fire.
You know that I love you,
I truly love you!
(What desperation is borne out of
a distraction, is borne out of
a distraction. What
desperation is borne out of
a distraction, is borne out of
a distraction. What
desperation is borne out of
a distraction, is borne out of
a distraction. What
desperation is borne out of)
A dip where the water is bluer,
nothing more.
(What desperation
is borne out of a distraction!
She was a fling,)
she was not a fire.
(Don’t cry, you silly fool
with the copper-green hair.
It’s only a fling,)
and not a fire.
(What desperation
is borne out of a distraction!
She was a fling,)
she was not a fire.
(What desperation
is borne out of a distraction!
She was a fling,)
she was not a fire.