歌词
Close, even if I talked more
I couldn't be her
You, you prefer your girls rough
I couldn't do that
Bye bye lover
Hoped to hear from you again
But you took ninety of me
When you gave only ten
Bye bye lover
Hoped to hear from you again
But we were four instead of three
You could never write about me
Like ash in your special tray, you forgot to blow away
Close, even if I talked more
I couldn't be her
You, you prefer your girls rough
I couldn't do that
Bye bye lover
Hoped to hear from you again
But you took ninety of me
When you gave only ten
Bye bye lover
Hoped to hear from you again
But we were four instead of three
You could never write about me