A ball burst on the route
The train that we just missed
I am the branch which reaches out
The rain on the broken window
There where leads me your game
'Am not your thing
I'm not your thing
I'm not your thing
The girl that you put
Your hand on
I would have loved to be your muse
Your idol or you sweet one
But I would be the closed door, the ring which one forgets to wear
The photo which one tears away
There where leads us your game
I'm not your thing
I'm not your thing
No no no no
I'm not your thing
The girl that you put
Your hand on
I would have preferred your mouth
to my body blued by your fists
I'm not your thing
I'm not your thing
I'm not your thing
No no no no
I'm not your thing
The girl that you put
your hand on
I'm not your thing
I'm not your thing
No no
The girl that you put
Your hand on
I'm not your thing