TOUCHÉ Petter

[verse one]

If I say that I look good without clothes will you’ll believe it?
‘Cause I know you might be searching for every inch of me on the internet
It must be some kind of irony of destiny that I’m the one who’s been there for weeks
When your words are true but my emotions are raw enough to make a war about it

[pre-Chorus]

I’m not a movie star, not even the only one on your backyard
But babe you should take me as some sort of advantage
‘Cause I know all of poems from Edgar, and my lines aren’t that hard
You just should read mе like I was some playful magazine

[Chorus]

So was a touché whеn my hands found your hair
Then was a final match when I had your brown eyes behind your glasses
I sleep with your voice in my head
I sigh when remember of your lips on my neck
And now all the time I wanna play with your flames (this should must be wrong)
But all I do is not enough, when your fingers know how to makes me beg you more
Then I struck the match when I smell your perfume like nasty trails to your bed
‘Cause was a touché when I got lost on your chest

[verse two]