her gaze is without content who knows what she meant into astrology well that´s not a part of me a talk without acause sometimes with an akward pause what i want, you´re not what i want i´ve already got
they never get to me they never get to me they never get to me they never get to me the way you do
think i see clearer now think i got it figured out while she´s flashing her breasts and then turns around to find another man pointless talk but with a catch it´s carving up from a former crack still what i want, you´ll never be what i want is not astrology
they never get to me they never get to me og hell no they won't get to me og hell no they won't get to me the way you do the way you do