Sentimental Girl

I saw you cutting the roses of my garden
Smoking french cigarettes on the backyard
You lick the blood on my fingers
I try to hold my roses to hard?
You try so hard to find a small place in the middle of my fantasies
Don't look at me with those eyes, you can't save my mind no matter how much you try
You keep watching my room
Lipstick on the mirror and cherries all over my floor
You're not impressed by that, right?
I'm cursed to be a sentimental girl

I saw you cutting the roses of my garden
Smoking french cigarettes on the backyard
You lick the blood on my fingers
I try to hold my roses to hard?
You try so hard to find a small place in the middle of my fantasies
Don't look at me with those eyes, you can't save my mind no matter how much you try
You keep watching my room
Lipstick on the mirror and cherries all over my floor
You're not impressed by that, right?
I'm cursed to be a sentimental girl