Same night you met me in the park
We laughed, told stories not nightmares
Brought you next to my heart
You know my sweater still smells like you

You be the one whom I said "you"
Tell me why I'm not so pure for you
Not me, surely I'm a cool boy
I knelt and crept down on my knees
Christ called I refused to go
You called, woke up, got up and here I am
Just ready to take you as you want me
So colourful, so butterfly
My minute, my second only two three minutes

Jova Petr
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