I don't want to wait, I have to go. I'm going to dance and even break away, the butterflies have left their bellies; But I have a place for us, I go back there more than once - One day there will be the same contrast and it will convey everything: What a boy, berry bubble-gum - doesn't know what to want, But it moves in the dark, disabling the SIM card. Touching you everywhere makes it hard for me not to get sick —You're a lollipop girl, you're a peppermint icicle.