You comb your hair and you drink some wine
You killer and you thrill her
You comb your hair and you drink some wine
and make some good conversation
Cliché, cliché, cliché
Your life is in a mess you say
but it's not really
The party is over there
see the people without emotions on the porch
It looks like a waste of time
I hope you're not too late..

Your hair looks fine, drink some wine
Find a room for later
You found her in the corner
You know that she came alone
Black hair with the usual cut
Tight jeans with the angles of her hair
Take her home later!
Take her home; your hair is ok.
Give her some wine. You kill her. You thrill her...

Now you know her, or you think you do
She likes your hair; she loves your hair
She likes wine enough to drink it at parties with you
You comb your hair and you drink some wine
you killer and you thrill her


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