Текст: Mist. Wanted, Baby.

Your healthy hair
Your curls
Your smile
That kills all enemies
I was convinced for a while
That you would run out of batteries
The carpet and the curtains
And the waterbed
The calendars and recipes
Nothing could refrain the outside world
From believing you?re so exquise

Make Yourself Wanted, Baby
Make Yourself Wanted

Looking back is wasting time
Soon you?ll have a baby, baby
I never thought you would be happy
Without giving in to whys and maybes
Push the button close the window
Ditch the boyfriend that came too close
Pull on that dress Take off that dress
Everything fits, anything goes