I use my orange dress to clean up my TV from dust
That´s my vision of a true class or then just
the life I dreamt I had was not
A Porsche for my dad and a microphone
Pencils on a table that has no need to be washed
I looked back and I saw lights and laughter
Looking in means nothing more than more questions
I´m not looking for that
I´m looking for wine, colours and lust
Ain´t this life more than stains, wanting and such
I love my orange dress, sometimes I love you as much
And this life is slipping, trying to hold on
too much
