bad for you baby

in which of your positions,
I'm a disaster or a miracle…

which of my hemisphere
grows your pulse… 🫦

does it  make you react
as if I'm bad for you, baby…

so bad that only your lungs
are able to remind you…

(remind you), you love much
to breathe my atmosphere

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs