Crystals
Gustavo Bertoni
Your eyes
Are they crystals?
They sabotage
Or do they famine?
They’re behind my back
They’re on my forehead
Entice
With your inventions
Le frisson
Of your intentions
They’re between your legs (and)
At the palm of my hand
Tidy up
It's time to go
Cut the bull, Romeo
No more child play
End of sway game
Your eyes (tidy up. It's time to go)
Are they crystals? (cut the bull, Romeo)
They sabotage (tidy up. It's time to go)
Or do they famine? (cut the bull, Romeo)
They’re behind my back (no more child play)
They’re on my forehead (end of sway game)
I'm starting to fade!