dont look at me like i'm a geek
i'm just weird, with a bit of creepy taste
i was born under sky, same as you
i eat rice everyday, same as you
well, alcohol makes it different
gimme, gimme that blue sky bruiser
and i will fly
i'm not afraid
or that rosy kirsch chocolate
i'll be happy
dont need bunch of roses
to prove that you're mine
dont need your three magical words
to prove that i'm always yours
gimme, gimme that unseparable melodies
ever, ever, and we will be forever