Superclassico

What are you doing now?
Really, didn't they tell you that I'm not the type
To look at a party, a terrible match?
I'm sure no one suggested it to you

After all, even your sister said: Leave it
That with those like that, you know you're going to get screwed
But then you wrote to me in a short time and maybe I feel
That maybe I think of you a little, God, how annoying

But my heartbeat stops
When I meet you on the street, it feels like a cup final
We are superclassic
And I would beat up your old boyfriend

Who's a galactic idiot
And there's a part of you that's a part of me
That won't go away in a moment
Maybe I should be elastic, a little elastic, baby

What are you doing now?
You fooled me like never before
I never invited you into my head
I want to run away because you're beautifully messed up

But then you get on top of me and force me down
It seems like you're dancing with your eyes closed, yes, in the rain
Then you suddenly shut up, I ask you: What's wrong?
You answer me: Nothing, God, how annoying

But my heartbeat stops
When I meet you on the street, it feels like a cup final
We are superclassic
And I would beat up that guy who tries

Who's a galactic idiot
And there's a part of you that's a part of me
That won't go away in a moment
Maybe I should be elastic, a little elastic, baby

You'll get bored
One day just when you least expect it
As if you took off the mask and you realized
That being close we see the flaws better
And I'll forget and you'll forget

As if everything between us had never happened
Then we'll think about it sometimes, me with someone else
You with someone else, God, how annoying

But my heartbeat stops
When I meet you on the street, it feels like a cup final
We are superclassic
And I would beat up your new boyfriend

Who's a galactic idiot
And there's a part of you that's a part of me
That won't go away in a moment
Maybe I should be elastic, a little elastic, baby