Stop talking 'bout the weather
I'd like to feel fine
Dressed up in coated leather
You make up my mind
Keep swimming like no other
Not keen for a gent
Falling for her agenda
I'm not paying the rent
Confused about her gender
I wake up in doubt
Messed up I read her letter
I'm taking her out
Know your own
You might accept the things you want
Called alone
You might retail the things you own
Writer(s): Mickael Karkousse, Tom Coghe, Bert Stefaan Libeert, David Martijn
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