So you think that you love that fragile voice?
Actually, you're possesed by a demon called "love".
She was the one I wanted,
what I wanted at twenty-one
Blue hair and lipgloss
and killer eyeliner.
I kept the note in my pocket
that was meant for her,
I never dared to hand it over
in case she turned me down.
Прямо целый день пою. Кстати, Рирь, нам бы с билетами разобраться.