Don't think of fancying me without me asking you to
Nor give me anything that in the end I do not deserve
Don't you dare blame me later
This is sincerity talking, because I do not want to give you grief.
Whom I fancy
Not even to the walls do I confess
And I even wager that I do not fancy anyone
You can pray, you can cry, you can smile as well
Whom I fancy
Not even to the walls do I confess
Who knows if I have forgotten you or whether I want you
Who knows even if it is for you that I wait for so
Whether I fancy or not, after all, is my business
Even if you think you can convince me, I tell you nothing