Cremosa

I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
Creamy

I can be your filling
I give you the pearl stitch garter
Spreading acts where it cannot reach
Judging separate parties
Filling edges
Creamy

I can be your filling
The curve of your certainty
The ruler was drawn with skill
Faith with delicacy
In my poorly drawn lines

I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
Creamy

Sometimes yes, sometimes
It depends
A sparkling wine, the candle lit
Puritanism and filth
That is, of course
You treat me more than well

I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
Creamy
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
Dark

I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
Princess
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
Bashful
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am