I\'m watching superstitious fishes, having

Vicious ambitions and their boys as dishes

Their faces covered with grimaces

They want beautiful lovers in a bright red covers

Holly war in California (x4)

More, more, more, more

Get on a dance floor,

You won\'t get us

With your little lovely letters

Black stocking, minimal dresses

And I\'m blessed to confess that you look impressive

No need in being nice or gentle you\'re

You\'re in tremble, let me into your temple

Don\'t fall in, don\'t fall in, don\'t fall in love with me boy

She said, don\'t fall in, don\'t fall in, don\'t fall in love with me boy

And my head in a clouds and the world in my hands (x4)