Arthur Yoria Several Mistakes In A Row
Don’t be ashamed or insecure
Just don’t believe that you’re demure
Don’t seek assistance with the scene your making
But don’t give in to my indifferent sigh
Oh, kill your good sense with me
Let’s drink and then go repeat history
I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row
Don’t settle the bill I need some more
I’m not ashamed to be your whore
By the way, they said that there’s someone new with you
And as far as they could tell he looks like me
Oh, kill your good sense quickly
Let’s leave and then go repeat history
I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row, on the floor, in the place we met before
There is poetry in emptiness
That’s why I always turn to us when I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row
Oh, kill your good sense with me
There’s no use in pondering history
I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row, on the floor, in the place we met before
There is poetry in emptiness
That’s why I always turn to us when I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row
