Glicine Lyrics

That night you wanted it

Otherwise you weren't there

And if he wasn't me

Nothing would have changed

Don't call them excuses

There's something wrong with you

There's something wrong with you

I can understand your taste, taste

Don't take off your glasses

I can be your doctor, little pervert

You're a lamb in my hands

You hide your trouble with your tongue

And that's ok with me, it hurts you

To write your beloved books somebody has to live them

Somebody has to live them

I can understand your taste, taste

Don't take off your glasses

I can be your doctor, little pervert

You're a lamb in my hands

I'm neither the first not the last

(who cares, use me)

Don't analyze, don't disavow

(who cares, use me)