One, two three I’ll count to ten, then we’ll put a fight again. Pillows, mirrors and the lamp, not a trace remains. I can be the one to blame, you will be the guy with frame, And it looks like it has no end, and I said…
Wow boy, I’m sorry. No-o baby, don’t worry, We will continue this round next night. Flaps and hits – just a rhythm of the night, Feel it with your head in a pillow fight.
You build castles ceiling height, But I don’t wanna play at night, even if the dragon burst and you stand the bay. You’re the king and I’m the queen, that is how the things came in… But I don’t, but I don’t wanna change it anyway.
And I said… Wow boy, I’m sorry. No-o baby, don’t worry, We will continue this round next night. Flaps and hits – just a rhythm of the night, Feel it with your head in a pillow fight.