TOUCHÉ

I dreamed of being happy on a boat in the middle of the sea
With a stranger and the moon to pop
Not thinking about anything, dancing among the crowd
But then, but then I met you under the sun at thirty degrees
I was looking for a slushie and you messed up my plans
I haven't thought about anything since you said it doesn't matter

It's a matter of karma
I gotta keep my cool
But I lose track of the situation and get all confused
Like I haven't in a while
No, no, no you won't get out of my head, get lost

And I don't get why I find you every time you knock at the door
But no, no, no I can't get you out of my head, not anymore
A flower is beautiful until it becomes a bouquet
For a rose, I can't erase you, touché
You were walking down the street hand in hand with Sofia
Giulia told me, who heard it from Maria

I looked into your eyes but there was no harmony
You shot me a glance full of melancholy
It's a matter of karma
You gotta keep your cool
If you lose track of the situation and get all confused
Like I haven't in a while
No, no, no you won't get out of my head, get lost

And I don't get why I find you every time you knock at the door
But no, no, no I can't get you out of my head, not anymore
A flower is beautiful until it becomes a bouquet
For a rose, I can't erase you, touché
(And I find you every time you knock at the door
But no, no, no I can't get you out of my head, not anymore
A flower is beautiful until it becomes a bouquet
For a rose, I can't erase you, touché)