22. ELISA

ELISA, ELISA, ELISA
Hold me tight
ELISA, ELISA, ELISA
Inspect my head and brain for lice
Drive in your nails
And your delicate fingers
Into the jungle
Of my hair
LISA

ELISA, ELISA, ELISA
Hold me tight
ELISA, ELISA, ELISA
Inspect my head and brain for lice
Curl my hair
Part it in the center
We’re still thirteen
Or fourteen years old
Between the both of us

ELISA, ELISA, ELISA
The rest of the world doesn’t matter us at all
ELISA, ELISA, ELISA
Only you, me: us
Your twenty years, my forty years
If you think that
Bothers me
It really doesn’t
LISA

ELISA, ELISA, ELISA
Hold me tight
ELISA, ELISA, ELISA
Inspect my head and brain for lice
Drive in your nails
And your delicate fingers
Into the jungle
Of my hair
LISA