Mainecoon

I met her on a Sunday night, she was talking,
and I was simply sitting there, counting the stars,
that one of them will fulfil my wish,
that one of them will fly into deep,
well, I was running on a line, line of fear, so
well I was searching for the one I could trust to,
she told me all her stories that she has left,
she told me more and more while the night flew by...
Mainecoon, I really like that girl,
Mainecoon, she talks in bits an` bites,
maybe one day I´ll see her beauty,
maybe one day she`ll see my face, Mainecoon
She loves cats and dogs and horses, hates lies and false,
she loves tattoos and piercing on her body, I can`t see them,
but one thing that makes her so nice and trustworthy are these words deep in the night she sends to me,
When I was looking for the right I couldn`t find her,
when I would choose the next step I should do, I would do it,
sometimes she sends me kisses for goodnight,
I really like her, her voice and her words...
Mainecoon, I really like that girl,
Mainecoon, she talks in bits an` bites,
maybe one day I´ll see her beauty,
maybe one day she`ll see my face...
Mainecoon, I really like that girl,
Mainecoon, she talks in bits an` bites,
maybe one day I´ll see her beauty,
maybe one day she`ll see my face, Mainecoon