When all things are sweet,
when all sentiments are up between us,
there is this inside little bubbble
inside me that keeps asking :
Why things are the way they are ?
why are you so nice and sweet ?
Is it the way it has to be ?
I gently poke the little voice
and the little bubble pronounces :
I don’t like things the way they are,
but this little voice can’t stop visiting me
when I love you like no one else,
and the little bubble whispers inside me:
Why I love this girl ? is she so special ?
and I have just an answer,
I am a little confused with this question
so drive me girl, drive me young girl
the road is not easy with you
but without you there is no road.

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