And now, you're here just trying to pretend to what i feel and everything is gettin' sick you know, im not yours. You leave me you try to explain but you dont know, what i feel your hair is blonde but your heart is black. And im not here, im not your fucking answer. Sorry, Jim im not your fucking answer. You believe, and try to understand i dont want you. Please, my dear just get away of my house, and close the fucking door when you're out. No, im not, im not feeling depressed please stop to call me in my cellphone. Oh, i know, my heart is blonde and my hair is black. Remind. And im not this im not your fucking answer. Sorry, Phil, im not your fucking answer, I mean Jim Im just a number in your blue jeans. Leave me alone you're not my fucking answer. What you want? when can be just friends. And, you know, sometimes we can be more than this. Yes, i know, im such a crazy girl, and, i know, you love in this way, i will use you, just to feeling good with myself,.-