Till my mother screaming
 Makes my father praying
 I’ll be telling lies
 After supper time

 Would it be suspicious
 If i made few wishes
 I want to shave my head
 Want [bad word] away

 I’m out of senses

 But my hand in your hand
 Keeps my sight above that
 Till i tear you up
 With one word again

 And i’m always sorry
 And it makes me worry
 That it’s not my turn
 To spend time with you

 I’m out of senses

 And your body cover
 Sixty-nine moles
 Sixty-nine moles
 I don’t mind at all

 Moles as raindrops fall
 On my neck and nose
 You look good to me
 Let me taste them all

 I’m out of senses

 Oh i hate that tram
 Keeping us apart
 Oh it breaks my heart
 Every time it rides

 I’m out of senses