I feel like tasting you and confusing you
That when you run away and you're far
It's my being a bit of a bastard that
When I think about it, it's what what what what
Without sweetness and without rules
And then swear to me that that that that
Never gave me love
And now I always disappear knowingly
I come back, I'll find you
And beautiful as only you know how
Without speaking for even a moment
It's my being a bit of a bastard that
When I think about it, it's what what what what
Without sweetness and without rules
And then swear to me that that that that
It's my being a bit of a bastard that
When I think about it, it's what what what what
Without sweetness and without rules
And then swear to me that that that that