Letras:Herman Dune. Your Priorities.

you've never known your priorities
until the morning of the sixth day
when both sitting on the pool table
you whispered something to me
for everyone else to guess what it was
except that they would never tell
how far you can go, it's beyond compare
i struggle not to blush
and elegantly hide my eyes under a redsox hat
well you know me now
i am not that easy to make a move on
i could back out any minute
and i could leave you right there
and then you bought me food
though you know i don't eat
and you got me with a drink with milk
and bananas, oranges and strawberries
and told me we could watch a DVD
i sat down in a pouf you showed me
and you sat down on the floor beside me
i told you that i felt bad about it
and even asked you if you wanted my seat
you said "no, but your lap will do fine"
and with your hair you blocked the view
it seemed like TV was eventually over for me
and still i pretended to watch the movie
and to know what was going on
asking you questions about the plot
and like "who made the soundtrack?"
when all i could care about
it was you on my lap, you on my lap
it was all i could care about