I´d like to feel like I am doing fine
Like to feel like I am doing fine
Oh no no...
I´d like to feel like I am doing fine
Like to feel like I am doing fine
More than two minutes after I come
Nothing to seek
Nothing to prove
Don´t even need to goof
To keep up the party
Don´t make me move
Don´t pull away
Hang on by a fingernail
Or you will be deported
This is the best
This is the taste
Is it anything but a test
I keep thinking about it
Give it a rest
Forget the haste
It´s a brilliant time to waste
And to stay undecided
I´d like to feel like I am doing fine
Like to feel like I am doing fine
Oh no no...
I´d like to feel like I am doing fine
Like to feel like I am doing fine
More than two minutes after I come
Time is a pest
Ready to doom
The equilibrium
Between the mind and the body
I feel my flesh
Turn into clay
Ignoring that far away
There is a new horizon
Losing the point
Dropping the ball
Tonight I ´ve seen it all
I am not excited
A bunker is built
Under the sheets
A habitat that I need
So safe inside it
Two minutes of peace
Don´t make a day
my hair must be turning grey
From all that thinking about it
It is unwise to tip the scales
I know
And celibacy is just too hard on the soul
Like to feel like I am doing fine
Oh no no...
I´d like to feel like I am doing fine
Like to feel like I am doing fine
More than two minutes after I come
Nothing to seek
Nothing to prove
Don´t even need to goof
To keep up the party
Don´t make me move
Don´t pull away
Hang on by a fingernail
Or you will be deported
This is the best
This is the taste
Is it anything but a test
I keep thinking about it
Give it a rest
Forget the haste
It´s a brilliant time to waste
And to stay undecided
I´d like to feel like I am doing fine
Like to feel like I am doing fine
Oh no no...
I´d like to feel like I am doing fine
Like to feel like I am doing fine
More than two minutes after I come
Time is a pest
Ready to doom
The equilibrium
Between the mind and the body
I feel my flesh
Turn into clay
Ignoring that far away
There is a new horizon
Losing the point
Dropping the ball
Tonight I ´ve seen it all
I am not excited
A bunker is built
Under the sheets
A habitat that I need
So safe inside it
Two minutes of peace
Don´t make a day
my hair must be turning grey
From all that thinking about it
It is unwise to tip the scales
I know
And celibacy is just too hard on the soul