Well
I'm not linking you
You can run and hide
Can't get enough
I'm seeking my style

She never look me in the eyes
I don't know
Never ask me why
There's a strange lady laying on my two bed floor's room

Yeah, Gregorian Fish
Well

I'm not linking you
You can run and hide
Can't get enough
I'm sick and tired
Would you like to go to some kind of discotheque?

Telephone is ringing that forties hype

Keep on groovin' candles above me mind

Keep on groovin' candles above me mind

Gregorian Fish

Well

I'm not linking you

You can run and hide
Can't get enough

Keep cool and relax
You got the strike

I'm lost in passion if you understand
My eyes tired soonest
My chat is sympathy
Cheers, honey

My chat is sympathy
Cheers, honey

Gregorian fish

Well

I'm not linking you

Gregorian fish
Keep cool and relax

You got the strike
Cheers honey
Would you like to go to some kind of discotheque?

Telephone is ringing that forties hype

Gregorian Fish