I was afraid you'd tell them my stories Heartbreaks, diseases, nightmares, calories Your breath is like a draft, I might catch a cold I'm not sure if it is or is not your fault.
I was afraid you'd show them my bloopers Bad hair day pictures, moments of stupor. I close my eyes and I drown in the sounds You ask questions but I'm dumb. You look gorgeous but I'm blind.
Chorus All the women with velvet voices All the women with cotton eyes So calm and quiet but their cheeks turn magenta When undertone becomes innuendo When undertone becomes innuendo
People around are so cool and so single How come we found our true love in the mirror? Upload our own ways, superficially diverse... Circumstances of insuperable force...
Chorus All the men with satin hair All the men with silky smiles Loosen their ties and lose course of agenda When undertone becomes innuendo When undertone becomes innuendo