You′re back home, and I was asleep
I spat my anger on the floor, I′m not made our bed complete
You′re tired of walking, removing the makeup,
And I Wake up, giving you my carte Blanche.
Your output to the podium-this is my shot at them,
No longer with the anxiety I′m waiting for the weekend,
Oh baby don′t think you need the career growth -
How many plans for the summer, how many shed tears by you!
A dim light in the refrigerator, a light snack for two at the date,
Crazy clinic, where I was a doctor and you′re crazy.
Прошу Вас поддержать меня на голосовании
Буду искренне признателен