Like a puzzle you can’t play Maybe in a favorite place But with rice and grains Making it hard to guess In a style I hardly precise But once you tell me I do I am not going to undo But to hold still with you You might as well confessed About thing’s you have never confess It has once happened In a pretty place.
Joy through the conquest When you win the heart You feel happy beside Not minding the thing’s they said You meet who was best It doesn’t just matter You are the controller You are the remote Only you can leave the balcony Not just that of the house But the one with style Do not just style me with the smile’s I am saying what is best at the time.
You do not just know how I feel Maybe something you might have hide in I am not going pick out But many times I will pick in In the group we will see it I do not just roll like a dice Many times I am the dice I will confirmed the time It must be at the exact time You wouldn’t just caught my heart But you will succeed in getting me to yourself All without problems Without nonsense But with loving And happiness Keep the small key You might want to open it sometimes.