you cry
carry on in tones of pity
are you prone to jealousy
you often crush me in my expectations
that's pure reality
once I was in love
who's been exempted
was that triviality
I throw it out as a greyness rushes
the last of my insanity
I don't wanna kiss you
I don't wanna touch you
I don't wanna hold your hand
I don't wanna give up
when emotions come in
I'd rather slide away
having dined with you
a pretty lady
spending money if you please
do me a favour
try to see it my way