Sexy huh?
Yeah yeah,
Dont wanna sound full of myself or rude
but you aint lookin' at no other dudes coz ya love me
Im sorry baby
So you think about a chance, you find yourself tryna do my dance
Maybe cause you love me
So then we try
Im singing a slow down beat
Coz' you aint used to have first we touched, first we touched
Then we lock eyes
And I know I wasnt there and I was gon' tear your ass up, tear your ass up
Yeah, I know I'm carrying on
Nevermind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin'
You know I want ya babe.
I'm ready to get it on
Unless you dont care at all
Coz you know i want ya
You should stop frontin babe
Tryna be the best girlfriend you can be
Still you sneak and look at me
And girl i love it.A small person just pretends to die
It wanted to be completely alone
The small heart stood still for hours
So they declared it dead
It is buried in wet sand
With a music box in its hand
The first snow that covered the grave
Woke the child very gently
In a cold winter night
The small heart is awakened
As the frost flew into the child
It wound up the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat any longer
Only the rain cries at the grave
Bumpety bump, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat any longer
And the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence
Hears the cries in the night
And no angel climbs down
Only the rain cries at the grave
Between hard oak boards
It will play with the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
My heart does not beat any longer
On Totensonntag they heard this
Melody from God's field
Then they unearthed it
They saved the small heart in the child
Bumpety bump, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat any longer
And the child sings on the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat any longer
Only the rain cries at the grave