I've troubles accepting
You have nothing left to wear
I think it's an excuse
To hang around
In pants
And to check your ratings
I know this trick
I know you.
You wanna make me believing
You ignore your powers
But, you understood well,
They're big
Making me half-opening my mouth
Seeing my face when I squint
That must be what
Entertains you
On the bed, you're making a pile
Of clothes you don't want
From all you loved
Yesterday
Like I'm still in bed
I find myself in the middle
I don't dare to move, I've nothing
To be proud about
But you hum, at least,
A song you love
One I've written
For you
I'm ok with the haunting
Of what doesn't have its place
If there's one left
For me
The brand of your laces,
The brand of your braces,
You need to be me
To see it
You're examinating a shirt
It's been a while since you've worn it
I'm just telling you
For the record
You can still give up
On this daring dress
It's a precaution
Useless
You're an evil flower
Yet too wonderful
In your uncertainties
Textile
Do you know, if you want,
I can lend you a blue jeans
And a shirt that'll be
Too big
The risk is that, with it,
One's mistake you with your boyfriend
'Cause usually it's me
In it
So I suggest you something
Since I ogle you
I take off your last
Petals
And I offer you my skin
I'm a warm cloth
I'm sure I'll suits you
Not too bad
La, la, la...
So I suggest you something
Since I ogle you
I take off your last
Petals
And I offer you my skin
I'm a warm cloth
I'm sure I'll suits you
Not too bad