Loose hair and sun tan lotion
With my yellow Walkman
Towel, and sand in my ear
I when you pass by me
I feel commotion what not
You dedicate your smile
I do myself the absent minded one
Betraying the heart
And I put on my jeans
And I run, I run
I don�t continue no, no, no
I do not know like
In your eyes
Of moving sands
I feel everything
And here in the limp cord
I am in horror
I didn�t know it could be so beautiful
So amusing a thunder
In my sky
And feel fear
That this is your love
Danger, danger
I love my collection
The magazines
And the jokes that don�t explain
And they distract my attention
Please already enough
Stop, stop, stop, stop
If we cut is better
You tell me this with my life
Who said that in my movie
You would be the first actor
And I carry even you in my pockets
I believe that I will drive myself crazy
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