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Counting 1,2,3,4 Consequence can bear resemblance To a swinging door The way I'm acting is ridiculous Like a dog in heat - following and sniffing your tail What is wrong with me? I know, I know Cos your'e a delicate feather that swings in the air It's a vision I carousel...sorry if I stare And I have to be careful you're a Bubble in my hand So we stole a car, for some release But we didn't get far - cos I couldn't drive And I made up words, for some release Cos all we could say was gibberish slurs And I distanced myself, for some release Then developed my love for you, when I couldn't sleep Counting 1,2,3,4 The times I couldn't breathe when I kissed you Wanting more and more I never felt this way before Really something new Or really something deliciously dangerous SongtexteAnd it's only you But you're wild, you're wild Cos your'e a delicate feather that swings in the air It's a vision I carousel...sorry if I stare And I have to be careful you're a Bubble in my hand So we stole a car, for some release But we didn't get far - cos I couldn't drive And I made up words, for some release Cos all we could say was gibberish slurs And I distanced myself, for some release Then developed my love for you, when I couldn't sleep Uh whoa, uh whoa When I couldn't sleep Uh whoa, uh whoa, uh whoa-oh When I couldn't sleep at night (x7) When I when I when I when I-I Aus Songtexte Mania