I'm waiting for her in the front of her house
It's raining under my collar
Where do we know each other from I won't tell anyone
Clasically shy, she laughs with her eyes
She's got bruise on elbow and a bag from mum
I wanna go with her, by small train
on a trip to Modra1
Argue at first, then smooth up
Have our own secrets
lock them with key
Hold each other's hand, don't wanna disjoin
Think up crazy names for friends
It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up
It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up
I'm waiting for her in the front of her house, it's raining under my collar
Where do we know each other from I won't tell anyone
I wanna go with her, by small train
on a trip to Modra
Argue at first, then smooth up
Have our own secrets
lock them with key
Hold each other's hand, don't wanna disjoin
Think up crazy names for friends
It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up
It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up
It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up
1. a small town in W-Slovakia