Besedila: Miniature Tigers. Bullfighter Jacket.

There's nothing for me here at home
Everything I need is with you out east
I can't wait any longer
No one seems to understand
How I long to be in the palm of your hand
I can't wait anymore

Pale skin, a black bow in your hair
I know that you're half crazy
But I don't care

You've got your bullfighter jacket on
Nothing beneath
I had to take my mask off
To kiss you in the street
Summer turns to fall
My head's up on your wall

Nothing seems to stay the same
I'm terrified to lose you but more afraid to change

Summer's here you're taking off your clothes
Take my skin to add to your collection

You've got your bullfighter jacket on
Nothing beneath
I had to take my mask off
To kiss you in the street
Summer turns to fall
My head's up on your wall