42 Roomie

Give me five or ten
Give me eleven
Give me fifteen and twenty-three
I love numbers and
Really love it
When you keep throwing them at me
You scream: 'Five-eight you
Five-fucking-eight you!'
And I say: "Thanks, you're my 42!"
I love how
You understand me!

But when you said I'm a zero
I got hurt cause
I love you
I just want to have you near
Oh you're the one, my 42...
Without you I'm only a fraction
Lost in blue
So when you said I'm a zero
I got hurt 'cause
I love you!

Give me five or ten
Give me eleven
Give me fifteen and twenty-three
I love numbers and
Really love it
When you keep throwing them at me
You scream: "Good five! Four good!"
And I say: "Yeah four and five are good!"
I love how
You understand me!