On the way home
Every evening you come
With your dog and some purchases
In your blue sweater.
You enter the lift:
"Excuse me, which floor?"
Then you smile and I shine.
Look
How charming you are!
You are that one who doesn't give
Neither rules nor strawberries.
I like the way you are,
A bit deceptive
And that's why I would like you.
Where are you?
Next door..
Next door...
Coincidence that you are
Because I am never satisfied,
Almost never.
And I secretly observe you,
You have a milfoil in your mouth
And I would eat it.
I waited for this day
And now you are here.
Look
You are more charming,
You are that one who doesn't know
Neither about rules nor about strawberries.
Do you see what you are?
Not realizing
And that's why I would like you.
Where are you?
I know where you are:
Next door..
Next door...
Your only deffect is
That you don't wake up next to me.
I take you as you are,
No matter if you are the aries or the virgin.
Clothes and boxes,
Fill them with some strawberry
And tell me that you
Are already available
Because I would like you.
Where are you?
I know where you are:
Next door...
Next door...
I know where you are:
Next door...
Maybe you really exist...