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