We both are, more or less, equal
Only you have this jerk who hates to open his mouth.
And I did love you, and I went away,
And you gave me the feeling we’ll never meet again.
I love you but you aren’t happy
I hate her, she ties with a line.
I want you but I don’t see you fighting ,
I think she got it and is already getting tired.
We are both alone but only you dread,
That the jerk will come and see us in bed.
And I have this drilling like headache,
And tell to stay out of it to your jerk.
I love you but you aren’t happy
I hate her, she connects every day with a phone line.
I want you but I don’t see you fighting ,
I think she got it and is already getting tired.