Brisa Roché - A Luxury lyrics

I was trying to be a soldier But his rocket arms were much too good I flew across the sea, and over boulder To see a fire blazing without wood I was trying to be a lady I was trying to be very very nice He was trying to make me crazy Made me miss my igloo made of ice It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him It was a luxury, it was too much Nothing really ever was surprising him His brush and ba** were what he loved to touch I was trying to be a soldier But his rocket arms were far too good I flew across the sea, and over boulders To see a fire blazing without wood I was trying to be a lady I was trying to be very very nice He was trying to make me crazy Made me miss my igloo made of ice It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him It was a luxury, it was too much Nothing really ever was surprising him His brush and ba** were what he loved to touch Lasers never sent to strike it down Have given up your heart without a sound