I know you,
And I’m dancing
On the moon
With your fiancée.

You know I do
Whatever I want to,
And you argue
With me.

You claim that there is no call [bad word] sense.
I know, but you don’t have any defence.

You had a chance, but you are not so daring.
You are depressed, as all your love is stolen.

I pity you.
Cause, I misdo.

I know you,
And you’re fussing.
She’s your miscue,
She is your tussle.

And she can do
Whatever she wants to,
You can’t argue
With me.

You claim that there is no call [bad word] sense.
I know, but you don’t have any defence.

You had a chance, but you are not so daring.
You are depressed, as all yore love is stolen.

I pity you.
Cause I misdo.

You had a chance, but you are not so daring.
You are depressed, as all yore love is stolen.

I pity you.
Cause, I misdo.

I’m waiting for snew.