He had a short blond hair Not as cute as his beard Sleepy green eyes And delightful and touchful skin He appeared in the middle of nothing Bringing me wine and some sounds of his And I always felt myself tough Began to laugh at every shit But you know Some cigarettes are not that bad When we are trying to chat It is not about any patters I mean You're so I wanna take of clothes Maybe hurt you some times I don't want you being late anymore At least in my mind Funny socks with small stripes in black Not as cute as his briefs And I never cared about nothing Began to wait for every sign As we know Some cigarettes are not that bad When we trying to chat It is not about any patters I mean You’re so Plaid shirt, subtle hands Not as cute as his smile Living up stairs Couldn’t you be here Right know Right know Right know Right know