Nina

I've got the feeling it isn't you

Time wasn't healing all our wounds

Maybe next week sadness won't infect me

Cause you're misdirecting the madness that I feel

Again, and again and again

Sweat trips, got my hands around

Your hips, drowning out the sound

Of everybody else, the beauty that I found

Isn't real, or is it?

Sweat trips, got my hands around

Your hips, drowning out the sound

Of everybody else, the beauty that I found

Isn't real, or is it?

Sweat trips, got my hands around

Your hips, drowning out the sound

Of everybody else, the beauty that I found

Isn't real, or is it?