The heart scream...

Irma, My Waussie,

She says I look in the mirror of my life, She would want to relive the past, Wants to preserve it. Feels that sometimes the world laughs at her, But she still watch. Surrounded by so many beautiful things, All that love has to strengthen her. It, Let her cry tears of happiness, Her life could not be better, But says not satisfied. It seems to him much better and surely prettier, Lying next to her instead of a picture of her.

But is it normal or not, And yet I keep waiting for her, Even though sometimes I get tired of waiting, Waiting for her love and warmth. Take for yourself a tea. Banish the lady out of the dark house, Turn on that radio, Listening Radar love and think about him, Cause he's ready to freak out on the dance floor. She let him get fever. So how can he forget, And why regret. Cause when she told him she liked him too. They probably white lies.

Thousand times he dreamed, Her warm hands touched him deeply, She lies beside him. With her warm skin and soft ecstatic female sensual soft voice. His lips kissed her attractive scented skin, The ecstasy of her, Oo Yes, If that ever got together, It will give a big blow in love, So stop playing games with his heart. So when she recordnice it, What he wright just down, Then he knows she listen to the song, So will she living her dream, Or just let his heart,

Irma, My Waussie, Scream...