Tonta

I hope she is, I hope she is
Silly, very silly
And that it's hard for her to talk for a while without stopping
Silly, idiot
One of those who can't stop laughing
And don't know when to be quiet

I don't know her and I'm sorry
But I'm already starting to dislike her
And I hope she's silly, so silly
That she can't stand you

Silly, very silly
And somewhat ugly, that never hurts
And I hope you get tired soon
And come looking for me

I don't know her and I'm sorry
But I'm already starting to dislike her
And I hope she's silly, so silly
That she can't stand you

And I hope you think of me
That when you hug her
You remember how I kiss
And I hope you think of me
That when you regret it, you still know
Where to find me

And while you're with the silly
So silly, that she won't know how to take care of you
And you'll even have a hard time
I'll be waiting for you, sitting

Imagining the silly
With the fool who made me cry
Silly, very silly, one of those that if there's not a mirror very close
They don't know where to look

Silly, so silly that hopefully you end up thinking
She's an idiot and you can't stand her anymore
Silly, very silly and somewhat ugly, that never hurts
I hope you get tired soon and come looking for me