The drops that are flooding my balcony
Haven’t got any peculiar way to fall
And the weed that is eating my garden
Hasn’t got any peculiar way to grow

The event that assfucks your day
Hasn’t got any peculiar way to show
You’ve got the feeling you’ve already got it up your arse
Now it’s just about understanding how

She thinks it’s all fine but thinking in already a big effort to her
So she usually does not
Just think that I’ve been trying to take her out for months even knowing
Her brain is more or less a simmenthal
Less than a simmenthal, less than a simmenthal
Less than a simmenthal

The vigilant that books your car
Hasn’t got any peculiar way to sign
And the bird that shits on your windscreen
Hasn’t got any peculiar belonging breed

She thinks it’s all fine but thinking in already a big effort to her
So she usually does not
If it wasn’t too much working class she would set up a pastry shop
As she thinks she shits ice cream cones
She shits ice cream cones, she shits ice cream cones
She shits ice cream cones