Follow Me

Baby, not stained by ink or blood
Music, not written not enchanted by brain
Baby, what are you waiting for, living for memories
Baby maybe a lady, call me when you want

Don't ask me what I'm thinking
If you want to follow me
Don't ask me what I'm thinking
If you want to follow me

Maiden, you're independent of this fucking word
Your footsteps, remind me how is your rhythm idea
Baby, why are you biting me, ...pretending love me
Baby maybe a lady, call me when I want

Don't ask me what I'm thinking
Il you want to follow me
Don't ask me what I'm thinking
If you want to follow me