Alba s touto skladbou:
The Graduate,
Dogg’s Out Repackage,
Achin' And Shakin,
You swim in my cigarette
I draw your face everywhere
You singing in my cigarette
I hear your voice everywhere
This is the first time
Since the first time I saw you, I was attracted to you
I can’t forget you
And then a last time
Even in this place, you seduce me
You’re like coffee or a strong cigarette
I get addicted without even knowing like a poison
I swear as I look at Facebook because it says you’re in a relationship
What is happening? Oh no
You say I’m the only guy for you?
You’re such a sly fox
If your tail is too long, it will be stepped on
I can’t put In A Relationship as my status but if you date me, everyone in the world will know about us
You swim in my cigarette
My cigarette woo yeah
You swim in my cigarette
My cigarette woo yeah
You softly rise up like cigarette smoke
Wanna dance like cigarette smoke?
Our own secret
I’ll cut it short and say you’re like a movie
Your openness touches me
But you protect what needs to be protected, that’s the kind of girl you are
I smoke a cigarette for a while, thinking of you all day
My friends tell me that I’m an idiot
I wanna be a perfect boyfriend for you my girl
I’ll be the guy you’ve always wanted
Like smoke, you rise up, woo girl yeah
You swim in my cigarette
My cigarette woo yeah
You swim in my cigarette
My cigarette woo yeah
This is the first time
Since the first time I saw you, I was attracted to you
I can’t forget you
And then a last time
Even in this place, you seduce me
oh no!
Even in this thick smoke, the image of you is so clear
My head is filled with countless fantasies after meeting you
I’m gonna go bald because of all the thoughts about you
Since the first time I saw you, my eyes go to you
Without knowing, my hand goes to my phone
I drew in the sketchbook called you for a long time, there’s no empty spaces
You swim in my cigarette
My cigarette woo yeah
You swim in my cigarette
My cigarette woo yeah
The short cigarette, in that short time
I’m silently shaken up like a line from a poem
When you’re being cold, is it an act to foretell me catching you?
Or is it just like smoke that will scatter away in the first place?
