Song: Guy

All the friends at the dance, and I bite my fingers.
I think about you, yeah I, I, I.
Talk to me easy, come to me closer, closer.
Hold me like I'm already yours,
I'm already yours, turn off the lights.
Where to go now, should I go?
Man, you make me so much hurt,
Slowly and without rules.
Well, why are you doing this to me? Well, why?
Man, I'm ready to fix it,
But your love without rules.
You talk to me, talk to.