They say we are born once, but they haven't met you.
In the many ways that I could lose myself, I chose to lose myself in you.
Oh how I could recognize lips that thirst for passion.
Darling, all I ask Be young at heart, Be playful, Scream passion And love me tender.
The plot twist: us
Bruised egos never rest well in a lovers nest.
Cheers to my old flames and all the lovers I haven't kissed yet.
Love blends our souls in the most aesthetic enjoyment
Bring your playful soul
In distance we seek what we call home, the mad city where we belong.
