everytime you move your mouth it makes me wanna dance
it makes me wanna cry, it makes me wanna kick the tables over the bar.
everytime you move your legs, it make me feel so sad
it make me feel so bad, about the world, about myself
about the wish of being someone else.
everytime you talk to me
it seens to be
a weight to carry on
a dream of my own.
everytime, you passed me by
it makes me sad
it makes me want to cry
it makes me dreaming
about you and me
it makes me wish
desirous to be.
everytime, you go away
it makes me write
another line
it makes me tell
another lie.