This is my grimace

opening sky: Sir soon...
always in my hair....
Doctor TV, why all this parasites….
I think gods are made of pixels…..
At least one ghost sing to me ….
Always, saying everything in my ears…..
Ready?
I want to be in your box!
I want to be in your box!
I passed out every week
I think I love an erotomaniac……
I ran into you every week
I think she’s the one who believes in UFOs…..
Two thousand years is not enough to describe this surge
From now on you are my favorite monkey, come into my arms
This is my grimace.
This is my grimace.
Two guys dumped you yesterday...
I will be the third to arrive……
But I would pick up a stolen hat
I would put an alley cat there
Do you believe me now?
Maybe I'm the magician
Do you love me now?
Maybe I'm a sex symbol
I want to be in your box!
I want to be in your box!
Two thousand years is not enough to describe this surge
From now on you are my favorite monkey, come into my arms
This is my grimace.
Ready? Are you ready woman?
Solo…..
I want to be in your box!
I want to be in your box!
Two thousand years is not enough to describe this surge
From now on you are my favorite monkey, come into my arms
This is my grimace.
This is my grimace!