Look at the mirror What do you see there? A lot useless reasons You’re like a millionaire You’ve got a lot of money, respect and stuff But you can’t feel all palette of my versatile love
I would like to ask you to tell to me all your truth But now it’s too late, I’m sorry, you’ve lost final chance And everybody’s problem A revolution of the seasons like your thoughts You’ll miss me You’ll kiss me But I will feel nothing You’ll miss me again
Look at the mirror What did you expect? And after all It must be a total disconnect Why do you call my number more and more? (more and more) You always were and always will be such a stupid bore
I would like to ask you to tell to me all your truth But now it’s too late, I’m sorry, you’ve lost final chance And everybody’s problem A revolution of the seasons like your thoughts You’ll miss me You’ll kiss me But I will feel nothing
You’ll miss me again You’ll kiss me again
You wanna stay with me I did’t want to be free Now you are kissing me But I can feel nothing