I don't care where I'm flying when I'm with you,
I don't belong to myself anymore.
Only here, what type of dress should I wear -
White or red, white or red;
White or red?
Come on, tell me a little bit of lies,
And maybe once I will believe it.
Let the diamonds shine in the sky for us
And all of the traffic lights at once.
CHORUS:
A little bit of advertising, a little bit of advertising -
A little bit of innocent self-deception.
When you write more pages of the novel,
Leave after the period, in your mind, at least,
A little bit of love, a little bit of advertising;
A little bit of love!
SECOND VERSE
I don't care where I'm flying when I'm with you,
And on my wrist, there's a satin bow.
Question: "What type of dress should I wear -
White or red; white or red;
White or red?"
Come on, tell me a little bit of lies,
And maybe once I will believe it.
Let the diamonds shine in the sky for us
And all of the traffic lights at once.
CHORUS:
A little bit of advertising, a little bit of advertising -
A little bit of innocent self-deception.
When you write more pages of the novel,
Leave after the period, in your mind, at least,
A little bit of love, a little bit of advertising;
A little bit of love!
A little bit of advertising, a little bit of advertising -
A little bit of innocent self-deception.
When you write more pages of the novel,
Leave after the period, in your mind, at least,
A little bit of love,
A little bit of love!
A little bit of advertising.
A little bit of love!
OUTRO:
I don't care where I'm flying when I'm with you,
I don't belong to myself anymore.
Only here, what type of dress should I wear -
White or red?