I don't wanna chain you
Or use silver tape.
But sometimes I get home,
even before the morning paper*1
You tell me that you're exhausted because of overtime work.
Was it the pizza deliverer who called and thanked for the last night.
I don't know that parfyme,
you are on your phone again,
why do you hide behind your scarf?
[Chrous]
I mean, what the fuck?
I'm running out of humour.
I'm glad you've got friends,
but friends don't give you hickies.
I mean, what the fuck?
Soon the Legos*2 will drop
I heard some stories about your drunk French kissies.
I don't want to stalk you,
nor use the Finder.
But I found an eyeliner in your bathroom closet.
When you're looking for new friends on Tinder
I'm waiting for a new surprise like the ones in a Kinder-egg.
I don't know that parfyme,
you're fixing your collar
Those are not mosquito-bites.
And I'm thinking
[Chrous]
I mean what the fuck?
I'm running out of humour.
I wanna give you some line*3
On Sunday morning I apologise
that I was overreacting
or that I am demanding too much
Your front door is opened by my best friend
[Chrous]