Your eyes
Kult, Kazik Staszewski
You are calling my name
For Your unproperly game
You say the invitation's ready
And I've got number 63
And Your Eyes they attack me
Why have I met You on my way
Where everyone will meet You
There everybody will be lose
When I'm hearing your voice
And I can't get no choice
And I can't do it myself
And I can't do it properly and Your Hands
They undress me i hope the phone won't ring
Where everyone will meet You
There everybody will be lose
When I'm hearing your voice
And I can't get no choice
And I can't do it myself
And I can't do it properly
And Your Eyes they confuse me
I hope the phone won't ring
Where everyone will meet You
There everybody will be
Where everyone will meet You
There everybody will be
Where everyone will meet You
There everybody will be lose
