The wind pushes the bar door
What the f*ck, it's so hot
We've been beaten by the humidity
When we're naked
And who knows what you are to me
Stay the night at my place
Made of nice bullsh*t and already used songs
Tourists in search of divinity
What pea-, what peace it brings?
You bite an ice pop like a cat, but then where do you go?
And who knows what you are to me
Stay the night at my place
Made of nice bullsh*t and already used songs
And who knows what you are to me
Stay the night at my place
Made of nice bullsh*t and already used songs