Eleonora Zouganeli Imam Baildi O pasatempos

The things you say doesn t count anymore. Your fairy tales, I ve grown up to now And I understood that I was for you, an easy snack to kill your time. Every kiss you give me it tastes bitter, And you can not sweeten my pain. You come with me little Babe, just cause you want to tease someone else. So leave if you want to go elsewhere, but quit the mummurs and cries and hairs (meaning the worthless talking). And when you meet again with the dude you love, Do not tell him you had me for an easy snack to kill your time.