Deter from the missionary target
Only because I’m running out of words
I’m not trying to go
Are you going to make sweet love, like the Moon
That I won’t wish, was mine
Vague and I don’t know what you’re saying
Are you going to do it, too, or what
Do what or do what
Are you going to do it, too
I wish that I were, a Mr. Mime
Blue Marvel, I called to you
Let me die or let me lose
Die, like the wind
Let me feel even if the cold
Because if then what are you waiting for
I’ll kept if I could