If they paid me every time, every time I'm thinking about you
I wouldn’t have a single dime, my life would be completely screwed
If they paid me every time, every time I'm thinking about you
I wouldn’t have a single dime, my life would be completely screwed
I see that you’re not online, and I’m waiting on the net
I wonder which links should I get, just to find you over there?
Whatchu thinking about now? Let’s read a book under the tree
You love this story, anyhow – one page for you, and one for me.
Or we're gonna drink some tea? And WhatsUp is filled with hearts,
There’s no reply from me, invisible mode is on, but
If they paid me, dear, every time you’re somewhere near,
In a vision so unclear, every time in my dreams you appear…
If they paid me every time, every time I'm thinking about you
I wouldn’t have a single dime, my life would be completely screwed
If they paid me every time, every time I'm thinking about you
I wouldn’t have a single dime, my life would be completely screwed
Kettle’s boiling in the back, there’s one teabag for two
In the window, there’s a crack; in the night sky, there’s moon
I’m twisting a lock of hair again, smelling just like mom’s perfume
You want me undressed, undressed, undressed, I wanna write a tune, a tune, a tune
Forget the tea, just go away. Go outside, I want no more.
I don’t care if there’s snow; I no longer give a damn
Maybe you’ll catch your tram, and if not, I still want you go
In the street, it is dull and cold, and now you’re all alone
And I feel no pain, no pain, no pain, even though there’s slowmo
The sad violin sounds play; piano melody, just no
If music made you mad, I’d turn into a song
If you were a drug so rad, I’d go to the fitness hall
If they paid me every time, every time I'm thinking about you
I wouldn’t have a single dime, my life would be completely screwed
If they paid me every time, every time I'm thinking about you
I wouldn’t have a single dime, my life would be completely screwed