I don’t care about the price
Craving for more and more
I know you’ve thought of me
Your hands around my waist
You’ve got strawberry taste
Oh no, we’re not the same
Among these crowded stairs
How you’ve made this trick
Each time i hear you breathe
It feels like august wind
Your hands around my waist
You’ve got strawberry taste
Oh no, we’re not the same
Among these crowded stairs