We were so close to falling in love Only God knows if you felt the same Well, I was dancing while the rain And out of nowhere you call me saying you don't feel the same I feel like a 60s bitch And a cheap wine While I hope one day to be loved I had a fucking diary writing your name Hoping it would sublimate what I had said And you're still surrounded by doubts Being two-faced and trying to live on the fence And we are so close I could not avoid I didn't mean to say that I hate you For you know, I wouldn't dare to do that I feel like a 60s bitch With an imaginary cigarette And a cheap wine Browsing the internet And all those perfect bodies Here you will not find it Standing up next to a phone Waiting for your call You do not want to know About my Champagne problems anymore You didn't even think anymore You grew up and left me waiting at your door I feel like a 60s bitch With an imaginary cigarette And a cheap wine Browsing the internet And all those perfect bodies Here you will not find it