Nena Boba

Silly girl
You don't know how to dance
Silly girl
You don't know how to love

I whistle at you
I want to follow you
And you respond to me
'This is not for me'

So I want
to cut my veins, six!...
Maybe you took
too much sun
on the sand?
Silly girl
You don't know how to dance
Silly girl
You don't know how to love
I give you my darkest rose

Silly silly girl
it was turquoise green
I don't want
to get lost in abysses

In the end, with the
silly ones it's always the same
Get on my train
Silly girl