I don't want to chain you
or use duct tape
but I'm sometimes home
already before the morning paper (Helsingin Sanomat)
You say that you're exhausted
still because of the overtime
Did the pizza driver call
thanked for last night
I don't know that perfume
you're fumbling your phone again
Why are you hiding in your scarf
and I'm wondering
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So what the fuck
I'm starting to run out of humor
It's nice to have friends
but friends don't give you hickies
So what the fuck
soon the legos (teeth) will start dropping
About your drunken French kisses
I heard some stories
So what the fuck
I'm starting to run out of humor
I don't want to stalk you
or use the finder (app)
but from your bathroom's cupboard
eyeliner was found
When new friends
you're looking for from Tinder pictures
I'm awaiting for a new surprise
like from the Kinder eggs
I don't know that perfume
you're fixing your collars
Those aren't mosquito bites
and I'm wondering
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So what the fuck
I'm starting to run out of humor
I want to give you a chance for the one last time
On Sunday morning I apologize
that I overreacted or just demanded too much
your door is opened by my best friend
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