You have poor eyesight
Sensitive to migraines
Tylenol Advil

Your walk seems strengthless
Your small face is frozen
You look pale and tired

The way you talk is very defensive
Your words, sometimes aggressive
Your answers are too short

You know, that’s your charm
You’re like the cold wind
You’re not safe
I think I’ve fallen for you
I think this will become love

Baby you’re so wonderful
You don’t need to be nice
Baby you’re so wonderful
You’re a cynical rose

You read a lot too
Your intellectual lips
Seem like they’re reading my heart

It hurts so much like thorns
The way you talk
But I think I’m being healed

You know, that’s your charm
You’re like the cold wind
You’re not safe
I think I’ve fallen for you
I think this will become love

Baby you’re so wonderful
You don’t need to be nice
Baby you’re so wonderful
You’re a cynical rose

The frown lines between your eyes
Your young and cute arrogance
No blood circulating in your white neck
Your smile is precious like the spring and fall
It melts my frozen heart

Baby you’re so wonderful
Baby you’re so wonderful

I vaguely smell your hair
It has a particular accent on the southern tips
I like the emptiness in your eyes
Arrogant, strong and vain
You’re white like unstepped snow
You’re beautiful like a dream untouched by reality
As if I’m bewitched, I respond to your temper
The coldness in your heart traps me in a poisonous room

Baby you’re so wonderful
You don’t need to be nice
Baby you’re so wonderful
You’re a cynical rose

You don’t need to be nice
You don’t need to force a bright smile
Because that’s your charm
It’s weird, you make me spill my heart out

You don’t need to be nice
You don’t need to force a bright smile
Because that’s your charm
It’s weird, you make me spill my heart out

You don’t need to be nice
You don’t need to force a bright smile
Because that’s your