Bogdan Raczynski - Ibiza TM lyrics

look at me looking at you you dont know what to do desire in your eyes makes me realize that there's no time to waste savor the flavor if you make haste pleasure tastes best when you digress no need to stress just caress and hold be bold when you (stare?) no time for ifs and buts... delay and opportunity will stray advance and she may stay easier said than done say the lonely ones locked up in their cave coffin prison gasping for contact respect love protection ultimate reject no direction walking backwards ill with regression ulterior motives keeping you from affection becaues you fear detection you're afraid of her because she carries a weapon the will to crush your still life imaginary unordinary planet without compa**ion only consequence always playing defense putting more distance between yourself while you become the superstar mvp athlete that hits below the belt courage abiding you press forward hiding your ugliness showing your aged weariness motioning intent in a constant of descent overexcited by the moment you attract contact forgetting to look into her eyes you pay the ultimate price failing poorly your wounds sore game over no score in a state of denial going senile you rea**es and formulate calculate pie charts bar graphs deficiency coefficients and mal-strategies (?) in distress no course for regress there's no need to flee from her chances revoked you run hither take control of yourself or you'll wither away right back and ask her to play stay just one day try to delay inescapable dissapointment and breakup and disillusion inherint in mal-placed progress locked up in your romance non-realist get-a-way 24-7 holiday allocating rations for a day that will never come only cumbersome baggage as big as jesus and just as false inescapable treaty of lies you spy her via the corner of your eyes and wonder what may become if you had some why can't i get me one says the dick who wants property not equality in his relationship watch as the lie from his mouth drips slave not lover i feel sorry for her having to deal with hormonal malcontent 95% penis .1% mental access again i stress the need to make sure that you are looking for a lover not another mother in which case you need to cut out the incestual slobber thinking that no one can smell your bad breath dirty with ill will and doomed fake impress