plaisir-ecrire

If I were a little bit perfect,
You would be the happiest girl
And I would take you for a date
But you are not my girl.

Each boy holds a treasure
And they don't need anything,
Hearts lead our love pleasure
And we cannot do anything.

Girls even feel our sensation,
That's why they're closer
When we feel attraction.

It's called some soul sister
Because I can't resist now,
Waiting for the one right now.