She's the one and she is leaving,
Walking outside from the door.
She's the one that I belive in,
Telling stories, more and more...

She's the one that knows my secrets.
She's the one that I can trust.
She can make me feel so real.
She's the object of my lust.

Now she tels me 'bout the problems
That will stop the things we do.
I don't care about that problems.
All I need right now is you.

Состояние Scraching my head