Fears...

Irma, My Waussie,

Sometimes he search for that woman, Like her, But see's only eyes without a face. And what does that mean, Is it not good enough or equal attuned to her. He does not dare to lei down, Since he hears and sees her everywhere. Damn, Those beds will burning, If she could see, He is still a slave to her love. Oh that sultry voice it must be his weakness, He don't know why. And he tries to survive. Says, Oh please do not let me look again at that awesome wife,

Yeah.. Sometimes he is sitting on his knees wishing, She could change his life. They say he seems so strong, But know it is often a fake, Because it is the weakness. The promises they made, After all seems fake, Just compiled. Adult or not, Sometimes it feels like one of the biggest fool of all. But that's just when our heart is weak. Hot air no more no less, For love invisible, And not there. The fool in love, He could be anyware.

But why he can not stop dancing or talking, By seeing her face, See her running stabbing a park a beauty, Damn so surprised. And while he takes a shower, Thinking about her, Singing ... Go your own way. But there is a struggle between tears and fears, Tears to tell him, She wants to shower, With no more lies. Hide our fears and try to made, Don't say it, This is more than a feeling, it's..,

Irma, My Waussie, Called love..