I'm kicking cans
on the street,
and you tell me that there's
a big party.
Your car is empty,
and you say "come, get on,
we'll have so much fun today!"
I glance sideways, and I feel
your gaze like a hook in me.
And we're on our way to the party,
but you're just driving around,
because you got the wrong address.
No way, this street is too empty,
You... I know you're lying.
You... your hands are provoking me.
You... you're moving the whole car.
You're moving the whole car.
You're moving the whole car!
Move! Move!
Move! Move!
Move! Move!
Move! Move!
It's getting
late every second,
and I can't deny that I like you.
Our clothes are wrinkled,
and the windows are all foggy,
it was too quick to think about it.
You ask me if I'm angry,
but I tell you it's too late.
You get back to the steering wheel
and you get so pale,
because my father
was driving by!