The Perfect Story

Лола Ритчи
Somewhere in Sweden
Lives a lonely man
He is not forbidden
Fades in the dark again.

Not so far from there
One mad girl exists
Always lives in fear
Never can resist.

One fine day she met him
Fell in love with him
Something more she let him
He could hear her scream

He was a fancy singer
And she loved play guitar
The fate shows a middle finger
To both them from the star

Nobody can help them
Nothing can be fine
She goes down in waiting
He goes down in time

It was a perfect story
'cause nothing happened then
Even if she is sorry
Even if he's a man.