Текст песни
You taste like bombs, sour and sweet.
You make the birds sing and fly around me.
You cheer me up, you state the mood.
You give me hand when we go to the roofs.
Also you don`t woof-woof,
Cause you`re not a dog,
So barking is not your particular chore.
Yeah, you`re not a dog and you`re not a wolf,
But all that we do is cry for the moon.
I found the way to not miss ya,
That is to put you on a leash, yeah.
If you cry, I`ll give you a tissue.
Just cry for the moon, puppy.
