she comes in colours every day
with her tight blue jeans and open arms
she comes there every day
she looks like angels in her way
when she’s dancing with her girly charme
and she laughs in her own way
and she’s whispering words that uncomplized
in her very special way
and she cannot sing a single verse
but listen what she can
when she dance – in my unromanced room
the stormy autumn wheather, dark grey clouds, turn to blue blue sky in the summer time
and she can – turn the water to wine
and i pray to god every single day since the day that she said she’s mine
… she comes in colours…
she sleeps in colours every night
when it’s dark outside and the moon still shines – it shines in her open mouth
she looks like angels when she sleep
when she grinds her teeth and softly snores in that way she will make me weak
and she’s whispering words that uncomplized…
when she dance – in my unromanced room…
