We meet in the world of love, we through with tears.
I still have your smell (like roasted chicken), what the hell, what have we talk on that day. When your mom and dad came across us, you did nothing, even your Tarzan (the dog) chasing me.
When all our hopes gone through, I still in pain.
I am drinking too much alcohol, do I?
(I mean what happened to all these pretty female models)