Once in a while I may be running to you
without thinking to the consequences
of seeing your smile in the early morning...
once in a while I may let you turn your head to me
and smile with no care for the consequences
of your lips on me...
once in a while we could let this passion
twiddle between my red dress and your white, open shirt
once in a while we may smoke this cigarette together
and looking at you I wouldn't know if it's dream or you...
once in a while I could close the book
pretend that you're not
but how I could I do, if, once in while
you just look at me that way...