Chris

I'm screwing myself over
Hands in my jacket
My whole body is itching
It's the salting
When they load their arms
They laugh with kindness
Tic tic and tac, it seems written on paper
My sadness will infect my jaw
The more I covet, the less beautiful I am to see
It's like a blackbird, the girl you think you're holding back
Hit, hit, you press randomly to make her climax

What to do
With the energy I'm losing?
When I want you
Damn, tell me how to do better
What to do
With the energy I'm losing?
When I want you
Damn, tell me how to do better
(Touched, touched yeah)

I went to drown my fame since it's what pleased you
A ticket for Stella who will suck my disappointed loves
In the core of cities, they call me from their quechu'
"You, you, you who? Money, not sellouts"
Back in the morning full of sweat
My body lied in the arms of the smuggler
Crouched, let the whole pack rage
You, you, you who to treat me, to treat me, you?

What to do (what to do)
With the energy I'm losing?
When I want you
Damn, tell me how to do better
What to do
With the energy I'm losing?
When I want you
Damn, tell me how to do better (Chris!)
I don't know why you trippin'

Touched, touched, touched, touched
Touched, touched, touched, touched
Touched, touched, touched, touched
(You got to keep on rollin' girl, keep rollin', rollin') touched, touched
Touched, touched, touched, touched
Touched, touched, touched, touched
Touched, touched, touched, touched
Touched, touched, touched, touched

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