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The ectoplast is back, it never left
In your sheets I saw his face and many other things
What a mystery!, call a medium today
I lick stigmas on your skin flavored with him
I'm going to enter a paranoia phase, if you insist on him
I know everything about his vices and phobias, almost everything about him.
And I turn into a miserable worm when you tell me about him
I don't hate anyone I know, but instead I want to hang him upside down
Can't you see? uh-uh
You live in his dictatorship, where only he rules
I am the extra of a scene that he does not want to do
It makes me hysterical, call a doctor
I have never been in that hotel, you should go with him
I'm going to enter a paranoia phase, if you insist on him
Recurring monothema, my teeth, rash, heartburn
And your pupils dilate if they tell you that they have seen him walk
And your eyes get wet when they let go that I was with someone else
value me or out
enough of him,
and is that in the bottom you want
to go back with him
and I say no!
for me there will not fall
a false tear by the pool
that still fill for him
and to be honest
I think I'm falling in love,
I already said it, yes, yes, yes, from him!
from so much suffering for him,
could give me pleasure once
go away ectoplast, rub yourself
go away ectoplast, rub yourself
skip today
today, today, today
