Of Seaweed, drunk Irishmen and other nightlife beings

Flick your cigarette, then kiss me
Flick your eyes at mine so briefly
Yes I love you,
I mean, I-
I'd love to get to know you
Sometimes I say the stupid things I think,
I mean, I-
Sometimes think the stupidest things

And do you ever wonder how the boy feels?

(y mañana a Rothenburg!)