Fredrika Stahl

He moved my heart
And I moved his lips
I held him close
He laid his hands on my hips
No no I don’t wanna know why
I have my story
No no I need my bubble to fly
Fly away far from my worries
I offered him a dance
He offered me a seat
Seems he’d rather dance
With his hands than with his feet
No no I don’t wanna know why
I trust my feeling
No no I think this is the guy
For my broken-heart’s healing
And so I think to myself
I’m in my own world again
My head is spinning around
And there’s no exit to be found
And so I think to myself
He’s just like everyone else
But feeling far too high
To just let him walk, walk on by
He said “I like you”
I said “I love you too”, I love you too
He bought me twelve drinks
Such a gentle thing to do, to do
No no I don’t wanna know why
I have my vision
No if I pick to dream or to cry
Is my own decision
He followed me home