I don't intend to forget your face permanently
And i think that's normal
They say i'm crazy to have a taste like that
Liking someone who doesn't like me
Throw your hands up to the sky and thank if perhaps there is
Someone you'd like that was always with you
In the street, in the rain, in a farm or in a little thatched shack
I don't intend to forget your face permanently
And i think that's normal
They say i'm crazy to have a taste like that
Liking someone who doesn't like me
Throw your hands up to the sky and thank if perhaps there is
Someone you'd like that was always with you
In the street, in the rain, in a farm or in a little thatched shack