I wonder, what did you expected?
For me to do, for me to say.
My brain is little bit infected.
Contagious, dirty by the way.
So don’t you plan, oh, don’t you dare.
To get inside, to read my mind.
There’s nothing for you, I can swear.
Be patient, I’m just not your kind.
Don’t look for keys, don’t kiss my windows.
Your weakness flows up from your eyes.
I’m just the one of all those widows,
Whose soul is bigger, than their size.
For me to do, for me to say.
My brain is little bit infected.
Contagious, dirty by the way.
So don’t you plan, oh, don’t you dare.
To get inside, to read my mind.
There’s nothing for you, I can swear.
Be patient, I’m just not your kind.
Don’t look for keys, don’t kiss my windows.
Your weakness flows up from your eyes.
I’m just the one of all those widows,
Whose soul is bigger, than their size.
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